The will to be there…
Or
There for the will…?
All that care and affection,
Shown to the elderly,
Many a times, a sham and fake,
Just to move forward an agenda.
Not for the child, though,
With all its innocence and love,
It is bound to be confused,
At the drama all around it.
The false appraisals,
the fake flimsy care
The faulty smiles beneath
The faulty smiles beneath
pitted spiteful layers
To my sweet old granny
To my sweet old granny
when she was sick
As a kid made me wonder
As a kid made me wonder
& ponder for weeks
Where does my vast family hide
Where does my vast family hide
their long nosey sticks?
We are unable
to accept the inevitable
so we lie to ourselves
but the departing soul knows
and comforts the bewildered child.
Dear child,
I would rather die
and carry with me your empty stares
and innocent love,
than live with their loving looks
and deceitful hearts.
Only a child will tell you the truth
The only people who don’t lie are the dying and children.
A child doesn’t comprehend
a last will and testament.
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