Please Stop, Mom.
© Kayla S. Birdno
I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around, and call me names.
Mom, I’m sick of playing these games.
Source: Please Stop Drinking, Mom, Addiction Poem about Family http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/please-stop-drinking-mom#ixzz2uPNTXqOz
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Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar.
WILLA CATHER, “On the Divide,” The Troll Garden
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Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 – 1872), Saturday 13 May 1893
“She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun. Under the long shaggy ridges, she felt the future stirring.”
― Willa Cather, O Pioneers!
(Willa Cather (1873-1947
To live! like a tree alone and free,
To live! like a forest in brotherhood/sisterhood…”
― Nâzım Hikmet