Mommy dearest

For this, I tried doing a cinquain in 4 stanzas.

Mommy,
my hero, my
inspiration for life.
Will I follow in your footsteps?
I hope.

Mama,
my savior, my
grace, reason for living.
How can you be so strong and brave?
My dear.

Thirteen,
sees my hero
stumble and fall across
the kitchen floor, empty bottles
all over.

Mother,
my parent, who
used to be so strong.
Once my reason for life, is now
my strife.