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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For My Foster Sister (about growing up with mom drunk)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We used to run through the sprinkler<br>we double jumped & skipped rope<br>we danced along to the radio<br>our lives were filled with hope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then something made her dad leave<br>and soon her mom was always drunk<br>she didn't have clean clothes to wear<br>she often felt like a dirty punk <br> <br>she didn't have anyone to talk to<br>and the shades were always pulled tight<br>her mom didn't want any noise<br>and hated when she turned on the light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she no longer made her lunch<br>and asleep when she came home<br>she wore a ratty bathrobe<br>and never used a comb </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's a good thing the house was paid for<br>so she never had to sleep in the street<br>but if she didn't cash in coke bottles<br>she would never have anything to eat<br> <br>nobody ever called the cops<br>they lived out towards the woods<br>she learned how to steal real well<br>and that's how she brought home goods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom used her welfare money<br>to buy her favorite drink<br>she ate all her leftovers<br>and put dishes in the sink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She didn't want a foster family<br>but was too scared not to tell<br>the day she found her on the floor<br>she told me her mom wasn't well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But instead of speaking out<br>She left home that day<br>she slept under the railway pass<br>got to school, ran all the way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We don't know who called the cops<br>but they cornered her in the hall<br>took her to the counselors office<br>where she stood against the wall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told her - she had to move<br>in with a foster family<br>She didn't want to leave her mom<br>but is how it was to be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cried at the funeral<br>for a mom who wasn't there<br>and moved around a lot after that<br>her mom's death too much to bear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She graduated college<br>just the other day<br>that foster family that took her in<br>we helped her make her own way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never thought she'd love again<br>after her mom was gone<br>but we've learned a lot since then<br>and we know her mom was wrong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When her dad left he took her pride<br>and she lost all control<br>she couldn't raise her by herself<br>with booze she drowned her soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've been to her grave<br>and planted a flower cover<br>cause even though she was a drunk<br>she still her mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Linda+Racaniello">Linda Racaniello</a><div class=q>
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we double jumped & skipped rope
we danced along to the radio
our lives were filled with hope

then something made her dad leave
and soon her mom was always drunk
she didn't have clean clothes to wear
she often ..."></div>
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