Cindy and Sue haven’t spoken
in weeks. Something to do
with a casserole. Jim Junior
moved to Alaska last month.
Not a word since.
Ma takes her meeting
every Thursday like church.
Makes no difference. Daddy’s
still a drunk and she
won’t leave.
No one ever says Heather’s
name. She’s dead to them.
Grandma’s dead, too,
but they talk about her
all the time.
#poem #poem-a-day
wow, nice one
Posted by: Magdalene Mwangi | 29 June 2017 at 02:12 AM