Feb 24
My family tree,
Steeped in misery,
Branches drooping with jealousy,
Uprooted by strong Atlantic gales,
And tossed out to sea,
Dense grey mist,
Staring into a black abyss,
I can’t see my reflection
Or my direction,
I am lost along the wayside,
Pulled by the drifting tide,
My family tree,
Bore fruits of discontentment,
Hatred and disappointment,
Even the birds didn’t build a nest,
My family tree has come to rest,
Wedged between the jagged rocks,
My family tree,
Life sucks. by Dorothy Maude