Heated Words

So many years ago,  a jealous child,
Envious at being ignored said
Such cruel words that came to haunt
Her adult life until her deathbed.
Wicked and evil, as it was declared
To wish such spite on another soul,
Closeness was replaced by rivalry,
Though each shared a common goal.
Ten years on, things all fell apart,
For both of them, not just the one,
Different reasons, places and time,
Unlinked, but soon overcome.
Ten years more, and happiness found
For one, but not for the other,
Her dearest wish was never fulfilled,
That of becoming a mother.
Looking back to so long ago,
As a child and knowing no better,
She’d cursed her sister unknowingly
Not realising where it would get her.
Nephews and nieces were all very well,
But they were horrible as they got older,
It gave her relief that she hadn’t ‘produced’,
And didn’t care when given the cold shoulder.
But Hindsight can be a mysterious thing
With bridges and boats ever burning,
Hollow and empty, no mark left in this world,
Her past wishes have now become yearning.
Too late to ask for forgiveness and peace,
She must face Judgement from her Maker,
Hopefully the Good Things she did to repent
Will mean that He didn’t forsake her.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Heated Words

  1. Big big hugs, Pen. ❤

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