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Living in the Shadow of an Alcoholic Parent By Emma Speigler ISBN: 978 1 84747 022 5 Published: 2006 Pages: 80 Description Missing Mummy looks at alcoholism and the effects it can have on a family. It provides an insight into the complex emotions of a child growing up with an alcoholic parent, whose mother was also an alcoholic. The poetry takes a journey of recovery to end with a message of hope, acceptance and forgiveness. About the Author Emma Spiegler has compiled a variety of 30 poems to offer the reader an insight into addiction and its consequences. Having lived with an alcoholic mother for 20 years, she has seen her mother suffer greatly from mental illness, and her mother has now entered the beautiful world of sobriety, stopping the cycle of addiction. Book Extract The Untold Memories Of Past Souls A sadness filled stem Only told by its droopiness Foreverness in a stream of worries A broken trust bond time and time again Tears of a bird that only remains in the sky Children left dying With only self preservation to survive Share your warmth with me Just a little or two Touch me you monster Before I internalise you Envelope the creatures that so desperately crave for affection Capture the wicked whose heads must be stamped on Death is intolerable even words can't describe Emotions like waterfalls Each trickle access denied Killing sprees are destined as are too the embryo's Life is a journey that will never be known Open your eyes and your secrets will pour Fixing your hairs only closes your pores Giving hope of the daylight Safety of the infinite stars Grazing the knuckles When there are already scars Starving the nations Bleeding them dry Versace and lip-gloss There is something in my eye Quietness is bliss But then company is missed Laughter is a blessing For there is beauty in pain Love is a gift With a thousand names Growth is a promise We must keep to ourselves Patience is a virtue That must be sold on shelves Time is a present Today is my feast Water is my sanctuary where I defeat the beasts Peoples are searching Expression through nature Countries are crying Mothers dumped in a dumpster Forgetting an art form and love a true wonder Greed a phenomenon And guilt a natural disaster Heaven's doors crushed on blindness forever Never finding Oppressing creation Memories are whispers Heard everywhere Pictures are blinkers on what was truly there Skin is as real as you make it be Happiness will come when you set yourself free Disenfranchised my favourite word Never ending rainbows His histories repeating Depression is a theme With a life-force of its own Sanity is only necessary When the grass has overgrown Mixing and matching Like eve's forbidden fruit Man made religion Designed only to confuse Those who give in and become blinded by tradition People are amazing A new realisation Fear is disgusting and that's why you're washing Denial is a secret Oblivious to its reflection Constantly rejecting a deserved connection Don't look back or the ocean will tide over you Running too fast will not cure your broken shoe Lightening the bolt down Freeing the storm Unravelling true desire in its truest form Always wanting What others have got Finishing the story before it gets too hot!