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. ____________________________ November 5, 2015 Poetry/Rhyme/Unwanted Copyright Protected, ID 15-1012-728-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Mid April 2018 Standard sponsor, Brian Strand Second Place