To get caught doing something without Veronica’s permission…
How daring of me.
Too long I’ve spent under your thumb,
whilst you hurled abuse and called me dumb.
Time and again I tried to please,
you were always too busy with your latest squeeze.
Now I’m packing my stuff and leaving home.
When you get up I will be gone.
All I craved was love and protection
a warm embrace and a bit of affection;
warm clothes and a bedtime story,
for you to be proud of my winning glory.
Just a glimmer of affection would suffice,
but the truth is you are just not very nice.
School days were hard,
tormented in the yard.
Unkempt and unclean
I felt seldom seen.
The bullies were not just at school,
you made me feel worthless, such a fool,
but you can’t hurt me any more,
a few home truths and I’m out of the door.
Have a nice life Veronica,
I will never call you mother,
that title I saved for another.
You’re sister Anne, she was kind to me,
she showed me love, cradled me on her knee.
She made things right and wiped my tears,
the one I sought counsel from over the years.
She wanted to adopt me but you stopped her dead.
Tried to make out she was wrong in the head.
So hear this Veronica
Now I’m sixteen there’s nothing you can do
I’m moving in with her… so stuff you!
My birthday present is… we’re moving away
and I won’t need to put up with you another day.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
To get caught doing something without Veronica’s permission…
How daring of me.
Too long I’ve spent under your thumb,
whilst you hurled abuse and called me dumb.
Time and again I tried to please,
you were always too busy with your latest squeeze.
Now I’m packing my stuff and leaving home.
When you get up I will be gone.
All I craved was love and protection
a warm embrace and a bit of affection;
warm clothes and a bedtime story,
for you to be proud of my winning glory.
Just a glimmer of affection would suffice,
but the truth is you are just not very nice.
School days were hard,
tormented in the yard.
Unkempt and unclean
I felt seldom seen.
The bullies were not just at school,
you made me feel worthless, such a fool,
but you can’t hurt me any more,
a few home truths and I’m out of the door.
Have a nice life Veronica,
I will never call you mother,
that title I saved for another.
You’re sister Anne, she was kind to me,
she showed me love, cradled me on her knee.
She made things right and wiped my tears,
the one I sought counsel from over the years.
She wanted to adopt me but you stopped her dead.
Tried to make out she was wrong in the head.
So hear this Veronica
Now I’m sixteen there’s nothing you can do
I’m moving in with her… so stuff you!
My birthday present is… we’re moving away
and I won’t need to put up with you another day.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
