Nulia Marie Smith

(July 11,1994)

Aunt Rita


Aunt Rita
Aunt Rita was a special person
The most important in my life
Until she started drinking
The Devil in Disguise

It began when Death took Josh
Now the sun feels cold
Because of Depression
Because of Alcoholism
The Devil in Disguise

Fewer phone calls
Then none at all
She calls again but is nasty
The Devil in Disguise

It’s like she is enslaved
The alcohol eating away at her
Unwilling to lose a victim
Because of Depression
The Devil in Disguise

We visit at the hospital
She looks horrible
All yellow
The Devil in Disguise

I get upset more often
My brother does not understand
The anger, the sadness all
Because of Alcoholism
The Devil in Disguise

An illness tearing her apart
I feel helpless
She’ll die eventually all
Because of Booze
The Devil in Disguise

Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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