There’s something inside me at last
For a long time there was nothing
I gaze at the reflection of my baby’s mother in the mirror
She raises her glass, drinks
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When you said, 'she loved her baby more than she loves herself, ' I couldn't help but wonder how much was she loved as a child herself? Not much, I think, because it goes from generation to generation. Saddest condition and easiest to cure - lack of love.
Wow, this is written with such honesty Elizabeth. Fetal Alcohol Syndrome is a serious problem here so it's nice that you would try to bring attention to it as you have. Great job. Sincerely, Mary
I agree with Peter. Very clever imagery and again as always so sincere. Gypsy
I like the reflective nature of this poem. Well done. Very mature
Just read 'The Drunk'. I now have the answer to my question to you, and I really am very sorry. Regards, Gina.