A Beginning, Some Middle, But Not the End

I was born to keep my sister company; she was an accident

My Mother wasn’t ready to conceive; that’s what she has said…

She was sorry to be bothered; but my Father wasn’t disappointed

Despite hardship, and bother; separations, and the spewing of vomit…

For me he wasn’t sorry at all; hating the idea of living among people

Said he couldn’t live in the end with anyone at all; except for me…

I know it isn’t all true; he would truly have been so very lonely

But I’m flattered to believe it; though finding fault like any child…

I now see that we really were two of a kind; and miss him a lot.