Forgotten Sistha
One day she left home
To be with her love
Leaving the rest of them behind
Time passes,
One years, Two years,
Three years and more
No phone calls
No visit as if
She is not one
Off to the movies they go
No calls to her
No thoughts in their mind
So, she thinks do they
Sit at home around the big table
Passing their judgement
She picks up the phone
Only to call and speak
To her dear loving mom
Quick to find a nice way to say
They didn’t mean to
With a glare on face,
That no one could see
She says with her voice
Yea RIGHT.
Copyright © Joyce Hudson | Year Posted 2020
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