There once was a woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many relatives; she didn’t know what to do
Her sister got mad because of something she said
For the first time, they didn’t talk before bed.
Her brother had too much to drink
And opened his mouth, forgetting to think
The house was a roar with insults galore
Before her brother slammed out the door.
Her nephews and nieces went their own way
“It’s all about me!” was all they could say
Uncles and Aunts went this way and that
So around the dinner tables empty chairs sat.
Then came the Holidays, silent as snow
She wondered where did the love go?
No cards, gifts, no Merry Christmas calls
She quietly sent blessings to all.
*From experience, I know what it’s like to be estranged from
family. From experience, I also know that once that
person has left; there are no more opportunities.
Given the chance, I would have tried harder. *
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