Lined Up

Lined in a row on the coffee table

Some full, some half gone 

Some are all gone

She moans and groans

laying on the couch unable to move

She slurs and stumbles her words

throwing the bottles around

The little girl and boy stand there

hiding behind a corner

having to watch again as their mother

can't take care of them

She takes another drink

and another

by noon shes done...

Lays limp on the couch, eyes closed 

Out the door they go, to play alone

torn dirty stained clothes......

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Alcohol leave children alone and family can fall apart. A sad tale in your poem. The sad part this is very common. Description and story was powerful. A excellent poem.
Coyote