Strawberry wine.
Its warmth, so divine.
Another few swallows,
And she knows she'll be fine....
At least till her sorrows,
and her mind would combine,
sorting the pieces that made up her life.
No money.
No job.
"Please take me, mom."
I would ask in despair.
"No more. Enough!"
I'd heard all I could bear.
"Not today."
"Not hiring."
Such dissapointment,
it was seemingly everywhere!
Her phone made a "buzz."
A message was left.
Bottle half empty in her hands -
She just stared.
Another "buzz" came through -
the first message now had a pair:
"Let's go on a playdate."
is what it said.
"I want you to meet someone - he's special, and he cares."
Sadness struck as I realized right there:
"No one can fix me, I can't be repaired."
....I had to be fair.
Accepting the offer so my baby could play -
I was so scared I would fuck up the next day.
I downed the rest of my bottle
Until all the pain
Went away.
About the Creator
Faith Mckie
I have 5 children as we are a mixed family. I take my time in life while I figure out who I am. I love to write, I love to play guitar, play video games, and I am in college for my associates in Business.
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