Gloria Roberds

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learned from your father and grandfather

yet ironically refused you full-time jobs.

Social workers continually agitated.

It pinched your esteem.

Your future dreams shrivelled and died.

There was so much support to drink and forget your troubles.
Finally you admitted defeat and

signed everything over to me,

released me and the children,

you decided to play the game they called alcoholism

and released yourself totally.

Now...you’re a wino...on the street.

Will it only be a passing phase?

Please don’t let it be until death do you part.

Shared hardships and good times

created a special place in our hearts

that can never be taken away or replaced.

The offsprings asked if I'd ever take you back.

Oftentimes I replied there’s too much water under the bridge,
only God can see and predict the future.

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