Stealing His Kisses

The first time I read this poem it punched me right in the chest… it reminded me of my mom and I remember hoping and praying that she had found something to do with all her free time so she could live a life without drugs and alcohol… she now has 3 years and 4 months clean

 again this poem is by my grandmother whom I like to call Gammy

~ FREE TIME ~

I drank my last drink and I popped my last pill,
Completely dried out, but I’m craving it still.
I gave it all up, left my vices behind,
But what can I do, with all this free time?

I regret the time wasted and the family I knew,
Long gone in the struggle, as my neediness grew.
I wasted my money, squandered every last dime,
Now what can I do, with all this free time?

The time that it took, for me to get here,
Used up most of my life, while I was dodging the fear,
Of living my life, by my own design,
Now I’m clean and I’m straight, with all this free time.

I’m clear as a bell, now that I’ve left that hell,
My own personal prison, my own personal cell.
A free man at last, from the life I declined,
Left with hours and hours, of all this free time.

Too many’s the time, I just sat down and cried,
For the people I’ve cheated and for all of those lies.
While clutching my bottle, of red table wine,
I’d try hard to remember, my life’s happier times.

The fine friends I had, my dear family too,
Tried to hold on, to the man they once knew,
But they lost their grip, when I crossed that line,
Staggering into a world, devoid of all time.

I left who I was and became someone else,
Lost in the maze, I made for myself.
Wandering through it, time after time.
Too drunk to follow, the path that was mine,

Then someone stepped in and showed me the way,
I don’t recall who, or what happened that day,
But whoever it was, left before I could find,
Something to do… with all this free time.COPYRIGHT©2002 BONNIE TORRENTE