Dec 2013
Is it worth it, your moment of pleasure?
Is this all worth forgetting the world?
Is that one moment worth the rest of a life,
Your child’s, your boy or girl’s?
Consequence is a stain you can’t erase.
I hope you know, your actions stick around.
Because if you don’t hesitate a while,
And stop to think, and put that bottle down,
You will have to ask, was it worth it?
Was my oversight worth all this strife and woe?
Was it worth all the consequences later?
And you’ll see, far too late, the answer’s no.
For your now ”harmless” moments of brief pleasure,
Your child could be an innocent victim, dealing
With FASD for the rest of their natural life-
So for their sake, mind your destructive “healing”.
Is this all worth forgetting the world?
Is that one moment worth the rest of a life,
Your child’s, your boy or girl’s?
Consequence is a stain you can’t erase.
I hope you know, your actions stick around.
Because if you don’t hesitate a while,
And stop to think, and put that bottle down,
You will have to ask, was it worth it?
Was my oversight worth all this strife and woe?
Was it worth all the consequences later?
And you’ll see, far too late, the answer’s no.
For your now ”harmless” moments of brief pleasure,
Your child could be an innocent victim, dealing
With FASD for the rest of their natural life-
So for their sake, mind your destructive “healing”.
The second of a set of 3 poems generating FASD awareness that I wrote for my psychology class. This one is more a "don't drink while pregnant" warning than a perspective piece. It is also more addressed to mothers who simply ignore warnings about alcohol as opposed to ones physically addicted to the substance.
