Lonely Kate

Her parents mollycoddled Kate in every kind of way. Her life was so good at home, she decided to stay. She kept their rules and cleaned their amazing house. Her days were spent playing with a friendly pet mouse. Kate never learned to read or write or make a friend. At eighty she might be set in her ways, not willing to bend. Her parents mollycoddled Kate all the way to their graves. She once gave a black eye to my Great Uncles Daves. She looks lonely as a deserted off beat untraveled country mile. She has been alone now for at least a decade, it’s been a while. Sometimes I run out there to try and make old Kate smile. Why do you even bother ask my uncles? For them she’s been a trial.