A Strain To Be Civil Now
We used to be able to speak of children, gardens, quilts, our mutual relatives.
Now my sister has her identity all wrapped up in a political commentary.
She is totally immersed in the side of the Anti-Christ, brain-washed.
Which I could abide, if she did not persist upon trying to convert me.
I will never go to the dark side; I don’t even like the other candidate.
I recognize evil when I feel it. This political stuff has strained us.
Our relationship may never be the same; I feel it is the Civil War now.
Brother against brother, sister against sister. I try to speak of quilting.
Quilting is her “thing”. My things are poetry, cartooning and painting.
I desperately speak of these creative areas, but she reverts to politics.
Every conversation an attempt to persuade me, convert me to her way.
This is something I do not understand; it is a strain to be civil now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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