I can say it is a somber muse;
The one that comes from drug abuse
Innocence born craving
And the opiate enslaving
A product of her mom’s addiction
Withdrawal-her unfair affliction
Sleepless hours, frantic cries
Jitters, fevers, questioning eyes
And, Mom, it’s hard to face the truth
Baby’s sick ‘cause of your drug use.
I’ve never walked in your shoes,
but can I ask what made you choose
to ignore the damage you would cause
and keep taking drugs without pause?
**Unfortunately, I take care of a lot of babies born addicted to drugs. At this time, there are 8 "drug babies" in our unit. I got to shower one of them with love last night. She is beautiful and sweet, and it makes me sad to see her struggling with something that could have been prevented.
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ugh...this twists the guts a bit...to imagine the babies that dont know what is going on other than they hurt from withdrawl...makes me sad as well...
ReplyDeleteBroken lives breeding broken lives. I've seen the damages you write so poignantly about.
ReplyDeleteit's such a sad cycle, isn't it?
Deletea friend of mine is working as a children's nurse as well and has told me about babies, born addicted because their moms took drugs...so sad and such a hard start into the world...makes my stomach hurt..
ReplyDeleteSo sad...I admire the work that you do..and spreading the love..a great thing!
ReplyDeletePowerful and gut-wrenching. I hate that for all involved.
ReplyDeleteYou are a very special girl Caty....
ReplyDeleteLike the rhyme but this is not sublime. Wonderful work that you do though, addicted upon first entering is awful.
ReplyDeleteOh and meant the topic wasn't sublime, the verse was grand, well done.
ReplyDeleteSuch a difficult topic, I take off my hat to your willingness to face it head on.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad...you wrote it very well ~
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