Little Stan Poem by Nashy Lamen

Little Stan, at night went home,
Mama's crying, daddy's on the phone,
It's been a long time since he called,
the reasons were just getting old.

Then Little Stan alone and weak,
Heard the news, mom and dad had split,
That's when his mom began to change,
and everything was rearranged.

Stan in the kitchen, saw her mom,
Drowned up in whiskey and in rum,
And every pack of cigarette,
was finished up just to forget.

The pain felt in her weary heart,
and all the comfort kept apart,
She still drank up all the time,
Just to get him of her mind.

*NOTE: A poem based on sharings of classmates..
Don't lose HOPE, have FAITH.. *smile*
-Friar Lawrence; Romeo and Juliet