Sitting on the pavement, the cobbled one,
Bare feet are burning on the stones, why I sat to rest.
My brother came along and threw his spite, wildly at first,
Was just by way of smite.
He never sat, he never mused.
With me his sister, never amused.
Adult hood came,
Daddy dear went,
A spiteful fixation, it was never meant to be.
We never sat and had a chat.
And truth to tell, that was that.
The family have become nuclear.
Couldn't be much farther spread.
We could maybe, have met in hell,
But some of us, already there.
In the after-life, if it were meant to be.
Currently in purgatory.
(C) Livvi