blustery day
after a disturbed night
unshine
© Rachel Green October 2022
my other sister,
the one I don't talk about,
hated my father for a reason
I never really discovered.
A maths teacher who gave up teaching
as soon as she got married
(to a pompous idiot none of us liked)
and we never saw again
until after Dad had died
and she went round his house
laving post-it notes for things she wanted
and anything that looked valuable.
She died without us knowing,
the pompous C-- sending our other sister
a programme from her funeral
and that was that.
She had daughters, but I never met them.
© Rachel Green October 2022
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