Chapter 12. Scrambled Egg. Poem by Katherine Shaw

My attitude changed a lot after that
Personality so dark, so bland and flat
My attitude causing mum and dad to be stressed
So they went on holiday, they thought it was best
Aunty Rita was looking after me
But mum and dad had left their house key
One afternoon I was at home alone
When I heard the ringing of the phone
The voice asked 'Are you sitting down? '
My brow it furrowed, I gave a frown
This was a strange question indeed
So I sat down and let the caller proceed
I can't remember much of what was said
Just the caller saying my parents were dead...

I started to yell, I started to scream
It had to be a terrible dream
The caller said that the plane engine had failed
Oh how I sobbed, bawled and wailed
Said the plane had crashed into the sea
No one survived, no one made it free
She said my parent's life was at an end
I couldn't take it in, I couldn't comprehend
Surely it was a terrible mistake?
And from the dream I would awake?
But it wasn't a dream, it was true
Things clouded over in my view
Maybe it was just a mean trick?
By one so vile, one so sick.
It wasn't Halloween, not trick or treat
Stuttering I said to the caller ' Can you please repeat? '
She repeated back what she had said
Confirmed that both my parents were indeed dead
I sat silently, couldn't say a word
Couldn't take in a thing I had just heard
I stood there shocked and dumbfounded
My world had just crashed and grounded
Words and images scrambled like egg in my mind
A bowl of spaghetti trying to unwind
Trying to make sense of what I had been told
Confusion spreading like mildew and mould
I didn't thank the caller just slammed down the phone
I felt so miserable, detached, frightened and alone
I realised I had to plan a funeral
My last thought as I slid down the wall