A mother's struggle with meth
addiction and recovery by Kimberly Wollenburg
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
And told him we would love each other and take care of
Always and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere.
Yes, I'm wishing now you lived somewhere away from here
And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand miles away
I wish the kids had never
And rent and coal and
clothes to pay for
And a grocery man calling
Every day cash for beans
I wish to God I never saw
I wish to God the kids
had never come.