Alcoholism ran in my mother's family.

Sins of Your Father

Little children with
Runny noses,
Dirty faces,
Dirty feet,
Empty bellies,
Little to eat.
No shoes,
Old clothes.
Drunkard father
But mother strong.
Despite her struggles,
Taught you right from wrong.
Made you proud of who you are.
Showed you love,
So the sins of your father
Could be laid to rest.
Banished away
With a child's forgiveness.

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