The sad day was soon to come
When voices forever fall dumb
The bell will chime but one last time
And I recall that last sad mime
To write a speech I was requested
Or at least it was suggested
but on looking back all that I saw
was shadow memories, ever raw
Happy times it seemed had faded
Smiles not again paraded
Since I was a child of six
And what happened then betwixt
Twenty-three years had passed
And the thought made me aghast
Because through the time I could not recall
Happy memories at all
Threads of memory imbued with sadness
Even better times I still felt downcast
For you are a family of five, and I am one alone
With no place to call a true home
I have lost something that I never had
Could I really be so bad?
The collages show the five of you smiling out from luxury
The five of you, but never me
Holidays to far-flung places
Happy looks upon your faces
Where are my shared memories?
Dig through the ephemories
Now they will never be
From the blacksheep of the family, following the funeral of a father-who I wish had actually wanted me at some point over twenty-three years-and never really did.
Now I must decide whether to retain painful contact with the rest of the family (a route to depression) or to dissolve further contact