Unwanted

There was just one time I felt unwanted,
    it was after my big sister was killed;
I can still hear my mother screaming,
      poor father with his weeping that chilled.

Chilled any heart with its raw emotion,
    father could be found in a bar drinking;
mother was depressed and took to her bed,
      I was confused with my thinking.

Speaking softly one day grandma took me,
    I liked the farm with grandma and grandpa;
but I felt unwanted by my own parents,
      I was broken, and just wanted grandma.

Grandma showed me the attic where I found peace,
    it was grandma who encouraged me to write;
write your sorrow little one she whispered,
      I would dream of mother and father at night.

Night was full of my little girl tears falling,
    then, my mother came to the farm for a visit;
she told me that father had stopped drinking,
      I went to the attic . . . it seemed I had no exit.

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November 5, 2015


Poetry/Rhyme/Unwanted
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1012-728-0
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Submitted to the contest, Mid April 2018 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

Second Place

childhoodrhyme

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