Grandma Lillian

Hi, welcome to my page. I am a grandmother raising two grandsons. My husband and I feel fortunate to have our grandsons in our lives. My mother wrote this poem many years ago when dealing with drug use.

Drugs: From A Mothers Viewpoint

They say that they wont hurt you
Still I just leave them be
Somehow it seems important
To go on being me.

They swear their kicks are harmless
Just acid, pills or pot
Yet somehow as their nature changes
Their loved ones hurt a lot.

First they play some hooky
They see no use in school
Truth and love just slip away
They need no golden rule.

Then they rant and rave against
The things you value most
They hate the things you stand for
Drugs are their only toast.

Next they start to run away
To places far and wide
But all their running just don't help
From life one cannot hide.

And they try to take their lives
No longer can they face
The things they've done to get their highs
Stoned in some damned place.

The sweet and gentle child they were
Keep parents going on
In spite of all their helplessness
They can't give up and run.

They've got to try and win them back
To what they used to be
And so you try when all the world
Gives up on them you see.

You know that you too may see this plight
Yet still you carry on
For how does one just give up on
A daughter or a son.

You storm all heaven with your pleas
For if you lose they'll die
And all you'll have is sorrow
And long empty years to cry.

Please try my darling children
Theres more to life than fun
All your good highs cannot replace
My daughter or my son.

copyright©2001 Barbara Love