Thursday, 16 October 2014

Family roles reversed - a poem

Chatting to my big sister yesterday,

Who is far away.

Feeling isolated,

In the Andes.



She cried.

I comforted.

Role reversal.


Got a telling off yesterday too.

From Dad.

A reminder of childhood.

He can't help it, but I wish he would.

That iron rod is just a bit too heavy to drop.

How I detest his power to reduce.

This time, I stood up to him.

A little.

I said he was over-reacting.

Role reversal.