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