T’was the Relapse before Christmas…

T’was the relapse before Christmas     

In my son’s corner of the house

Addiction was stirring

He’s acting like a louse

I handed him a drug test as he said I don’t care

I told him to take it if he wanted to remain here

He swung back the covers and climbed out of bed

And pulled his Hoodie up over his head

I told him he knew the rules about hoodies and caps

I watched and wonder what might make him snap

I told him I didn’t have to time for fighting and chatter

I clean drug test to me was all that would matter

On to the bathroom he slinked, not exactly in a flash

I opened the drug test, putting the wrapper in the trash

I had a feeling which lines on the test would not grow

For a clean test you need one line above and one below

It was no surprise when two lines did not appear

His addiction had relapsed it was perfectly clear

Much money he had and it was gone way to quick

He spent all he had because he needed a fix

Out to the porch he went to smoke his butt

I took a minute to remember the line in concrete I had cut

No Drug use, No Stealing, No abuse of any kind

The Simple Boundaries I set all came flooding back in my mind

I joined him on the porch and simply stated my thoughts

I now knew where his money went, all the drugs he had bought

The result had showed both heroin and coke

He said nothing just listened as I went on and spoke

You have till days end to make your choice

No crying or trembling were found in my voice

A Rehab or out, I hope you choose the first

I hate what is happening… Addiction be cursed!

I rose from the porch and touched him on the arm

Heroin and coke you’ve cause our family such harm

Last Christmas my son spent the Holiday in Rehab

Looks like this year we’ll be hit with the same jab.

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