We’re here

At first,

Well I don't remember the first time,

I was young, we simply thought you were sick,

Then one time, I smelled something on your breath,

I thought it was a little wrong, a little off,

And yeah, I hated family dinners,

Because one glass of wine was fine, but three,

or more,

That's a different story.

Once things came to light,

I was filled with hope,

Then Thanksgiving came, I missed Christmas,

It was probably rough though,

Easter, while you barely showed up,

To your own family,

We love you though.