I grew up in a sober family
because my mother didn’t.
She had memories of rages and beatings
induced by the spirits in whisky and wine.
She didn’t want that experience recreated
so she married a sober man
with no alcohol permitted.
Addiction skips a generation.
Upon her death our household
became a toxic space
brothers, father and some sisters
couldn't resist the fermented sugars.
Our prayerful home now debauched
priestly candidates now
in the arms of decadent women.
No matter how much I prayed
I couldn't restore my mother's home.
I buried one sibling and then another
the wages of sin brought early deaths.
Lucky for my children...
alcoholism skips a generation.
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