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Array ( [sid] => 16375 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Bottles on the selves [time] => 2003-04-21 23:35:00 [hometext] => anyone who lives or has lived with an alcoholic father will know what i mean in the poem. [bodytext] => Dear father,
You tried so hard to please us
but in the end it brought you nothing.
And thats what hurts me the most.
Clouds in your eyes hid all your love.
You decive yourself when you drunk away.
You hurt your doughter when the most important thing in your life became bottles on the selves.
You've danced to the tune of vodka befor,
but nw the beats gotten faster.
You treaure a drop of booze more than your very own family.
You admit your a drunk
but your to proud to seek the help you need,
and as i grow,
my biggest fear is to be just like you,
And thats what i fear the most.
Bottles on the selves. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 39 [informant] => gery_giggles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

Bottles on the selves

Contributed by gery_giggles on Monday, 21st April 2003 @ 11:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Dear father,
You tried so hard to please us
but in the end it brought you nothing.
And thats what hurts me the most.
Clouds in your eyes hid all your love.
You decive yourself when you drunk away.
You hurt your doughter when the most important thing in your life became bottles on the selves.
You've danced to the tune of vodka befor,
but nw the beats gotten faster.
You treaure a drop of booze more than your very own family.
You admit your a drunk
but your to proud to seek the help you need,
and as i grow,
my biggest fear is to be just like you,
And thats what i fear the most.
Bottles on the selves.

Copyright © gery_giggles ... [ 2003-04-21 23:35:00]
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Re: Bottles on the selves (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Tuesday, 22nd April 2003 @ 12:23:36 AM AEST
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Awww this is very sad, but so well written. My father-in-law was an alcoholic and I have a fair idea what you are going through. My heart goes out to you. I can sense your love for your Dad...don't lose it...
Hugs,
Jenni

Re: Bottles on the selves (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 22nd April 2003 @ 01:44:06 PM AEST
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This is so sad. Yes I can relate. My father is an alcoholic. I grew up with it as you are. I know how you feel. Im not sure how old you are but there are programs for you. See every person in the household is made sick by the alcoholic even if one doesn't realize it. Seek out a alonon group or a alo teen group. Adult children of alcoholics is another good one. They are all amasing!! Sorry I just wanted too help. If you ever need to chat email me I can relate. concretecowgirl32@hotmail.com
sending you a hug.
Michelle

Re: Bottles on the selves (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissylee on Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 11:10:40 AM AEST
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seen this so many times before not the poem but the feeling of ending up like a drunk like one of the parents, my son had this fear, lucky though i did take him away from his father a long time ago... great write and thanks for sharing

Re: Bottles on the selves (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Sunday, 28th March 2004 @ 11:46:43 AM AEST
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this is so sad. i can also relate. well done. keep up the wonderful work. and its best to just put the past to rest and move on to a happy life.
Arden

Re: Bottles on the selves (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 09:27:56 AM AEST
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So real and heartfelt. So many people struggle with this demon disease and it affects everyone as much as if the person had a cancer. Nice write.
Stitch

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