Dysfuntional

You sipped away while my nephew was growing in your belly Bacardi bottles emptying and he's not even a month I shutter to think how this innocent face will turn out Born a premature baby into a weed house I don't know whether to keep my mouth shut or if I should call child services If they took him away would you finally become sober and be a real mother? A baby born so small a few breaths shy of normal I pray everyday that, that liquor you drunk wasn't harmful Fresh from the incubator you went out to a club asking random men for dubs and all I can do is shake my head and pray that some how some way my nephew escapes this insanity unscathed