Someone
out there
doesn't have a mom.
You say "Everyone has a mom".
Well, get this.
Someone's mother
was born in the 70's,
with bipolar disorder.
Quite the disaster.
This was before
people knew how to address
things like that,
so instead it was
hidden away.
Someone's mother
turned to drugs
to make herself feel okay
but it didn't really turn out that way.
By the time she was 22
she had two daughters,
but no source of stability.
Someone's mother
overdosed one (two? three?)too many times
and got arrested for
possession of illegal drugs.
Someone's mother
had to sing
"You Are My Sunshine"
with her hand up to glass,
instead of with her hand
in her daughter's.
Someone
forgot to give their mother
one last hug
goodbye.
Someone's mother's
last OD
resulted in laying
on a couch for
three days.
Alone.
Someone's mother
went into
a coma.
Someone
was told
to say goodbye
to her mother,
and said
"She can't hear me.
Why should I say goodbye
if she can't hear me?"
Someone
was without a mother
at 11 years old.
Someone
had a sister that stole
*** from her mother.
Someone
grew up
not really knowing
what was going on.
Someone
out there
doesn't have a mom.
This poem is my science teacher's story. "Someone" is my science teacher. I wrote this poem to help gain the perspective that I have. That not every child grows up in the loving home that they deserve to grow up in. But you kind of need to hear the story in person, surrounded by a class of crying people to feel it.