A Letter to Family
Do you remember the time
That we made “coffee” out of mud in the little playhouse
Or the time we went to the theatre
And you had never gone before?
It was such a long time ago now
and I wonder
do you remember me at all?
If you do, is it fondly?
Or do you resent me for what he couldn’t be?
For though its not my fault, I lost you
Through his choices
But he’s not the only guilty one
When you look at her, do you realize what she did?
That she made her choices too
And I pay for them again
But you do too
You’ll never know your siblings
And you no longer know me
I confess that if I saw you walking down the street
I wouldn’t recognize you
Does it matter to you?
What you lost?
Or are you relieved that you lost us?
Maybe you think you got the better deal
But if you do, just remember
How hard we laughed when Grandpa drank our “coffee”
And how much you loved the show we saw together
And how we were friends
Because I never forget