The
feeling is numb, out of place
I
know it is wrong, but I feel it nonetheless.
They've been gone a month
I
didn't miss them so much this time
Every time I'd email something personal
I'd
get a generic letter sent to all 3 of us
Nobody asked how my medical tests came out
Nobody asked much
I
was the first one there,
Which is abnormal for me
Large bags of presents sat
By
the grandfather clock
Looked as if Santa had come,
Though nothing was wrapped,
And,
well, it's not Christmas.
Neither of them jumped for them
When
I came in.
It
was good that they are home
"Here, we got you some pepper spray like you wanted"
"And
you can pick out a blanket."
"We
have turquoise for each of you"
"That will be set in gold"
"You
may have first choice,"
"Of
the blanket and the stone"
Beautiful, the pendant will be,
I
chose the teardrop shape,
With
the black bolt of lightning in it
Sisters with children arrived....
Presents distributed, bags flying
Hundreds of dollars worth of clothes and shoes
I
was happy for them, really I am
I
got pepper spray, I wanted that I guess
And
she mentioned before I left
To
wash the blanket first
Because it smells like an old feed sack
But
they're nice and warm
She
picked up four of them
At a
gas station
For
three dollars each
But
I did get first choice.
©
2005 Ginamarina