One More Time Poem by cheryl davis miller

The mother walked away
with an exasperated smile.
She’d been trying to wean her daughters
from the bottle for a while.

She said, ”If you want to be big girls
you must leave the bottle behind.”
The youngest said, ”Tomorrow mom
I need my bottle one more time.”

Years later in a treatment room
with her brother of forty-two.
She listened as the Doctor said
”Sir I have bad news for you”

“To live you must let the bottle go
and leave that life behind.”
Her brother spoke with a trembling voice
”I need my bottle one more time.”

Times we're weak; times we are strong
and most don’t understand.
There's times in life when weak or strong
we all need a helping hand.

If we reached out more with love
perhaps then we would find.
The strength to let ‘our’ bottles go
and leave the pain behind.