Sunday, February 21, 2010


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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