Anne the Alcoholic

Mother is worried for Anne. Anne is an alcoholic.

Anne the Alcoholic

'Anne are ya drinking again?' says Lori, his mother.

'Yes, he, he,' says Anne happily.

Thing is I'm worried about Anne,

He won't stop drinking.

'Anne, I want you to go back home, okay?' I question of my little boy.

'Okay,' he answers quietly.

'But its going backwards, mother.' he continues.  I quietly listen to him over the phone.

I realize I need my son.  My little Anne.

'I'll give you a good meal.  And you can return to your baby room, okay.' I says sternly, but quivering because I'm so scared for him.

He is quiet.  I can hear him crying.

(His room is made.  My Anne is home.)

+------Miki(e)angelo

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the movement of words and the strength of the story. You allowed the reader to understand the situation. Drinking, can lead to a hell-bound road. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[knighngale]

Cayote! Thank you so much, for your review. I try...LOL (kiss kiss) :D

[M. J. Smith]

It is said truly that the devil is in the drink. And am I wrong, or is the identity of self shaky? Well, I am a half educated hillbilly. Powerful words that hit hard. Nicely done.

[knighngale]

thank you M. J. I donno about Hillbilly, but thank you for your amical words, :D shady, lol

[M. J. Smith]

Any further south and I'd be deep in the hills! Anywho, your welcome.