Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 3
I think of them fondly now
in truth
I hardly knew my father
but I knew that he loved me
in truth
I was a little afraid of my mother
but I I knew that she loved me
in truth
just three of us left now
maybe we just tolerate each other
in truth
I know that we love each otherΒ Β 
in truth
like my folks always said we would.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems