Migrant Mother (1936) by Dorothea Lang
I found this poem on a Facebook site for mothers of addicted children. It spoke to me and I wanted to share it with you. Many thanks to Jacqui for allowing me to do so.
On Loving An Addicted Child
by Jacqui Brown
When our children are babies, we learn how to love and nurture them.
We learn how to fill their needs.
We learn to protect them, always keeping them out of harms way.
We help them learn to walk.
We help them learn to talk.
We teach them to chew their food so they don’t choke.
We read to them to expand their world.
We sing to them to lull them to sleep or make them smile.
We begin to build our dream chest for them right from birth.
Life always begins with the assumption of greatness!
We push them in school.
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