Lost to meth
I’m sorry my little brother of half.
I’m sorry your last birthday never came to pass.
I’m sorry you never got to meet your siblings.
I’m sorry you never got to come home.
I never got to say goodbye.
And I never even saw your mother cry.
She gave your life away to meth,
And didn’t even shed a tear at your death.
I can feel you calling to me.
I can feel your tears.
She didn’t care, but Caleb I love you.
I assure you your father shall never forget
The day he held you as your soul slipped away.
I hope you three days in the world were great.
Though, I’m almost certain they weren’t.
But I’m sure you got a glimpse,
At just how beautiful things may be,
And how ugly the rest of it is.
I wish I could have known you.
I wish you were here with me now.
Though I’m glad you don’t have to deal with her.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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