Birthday came
Birthday went
No messages
Of love
We’re ever sent.
Father was rotten
Mother a crow
Ignoring  Lilly
They would not
Watch her grow.
Lilly had a heart
Of gold
Mother father so
Awfully cold.
Lily had a white dress
Forever turning red
Wishing every day
Her parents
would be dead.
When Lilly became a mother
A father whom they adore
She suppressed those memories
So they never come ashore.