Puff . . . Puff . . . Pass

© 2007 by April Sims

Because of puff . . . puff . . . pass

I’m in an incubator and wearing a mask

Because of puff . . . puff . . . pass

I’m hanging on for my very life

The doctors don’t know what to do

And the nurses have no clue

Because of puff . . . puff . . . pass

The chaplain has been in several times to pray with you

You were five months pregnant with me

But you chose the pipe over me

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

Because of your selfishness

I was born four months early addicted to crack

And not fully developed yet

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

If I make it through this, which the doctors say is hit or miss

I then have to worry about your addiction

The one you passed on to me sealed with a kiss

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

This is not the thing you should be proud of

But this is your legacy

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

As my last breaths are taken before your very eyes

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

I hope you remember all your lies

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

You know the ones you told to the doctors

When they asked you about drugs

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

The very ones that robbed me of hugs

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

I think this is my last

(((cough cough cough)))

My last breath

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

And I hope you properly remember me

Puff . . . puff . . . pass

By getting yourself some help

And becoming drug free

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

I loved you mommy