024: The House Poem by Colin Johnston

<font color=blue>The house was hers and no one else's
She's lived there over fifty years
To pay the bills if it was needed
Was what we sought for later years
A single brick we never craved

But, then one day, unannounced
He said "I take you for a trip"
To his lawyer he did take her
And that was just the start of it
Sign here, sign there, it's all right
I'll pay all bills and fees
Once the deeds are in my name
We'll go and have a cup of tea

He never thought to tell his siblings
Never thought to mention it
And she of course always denied it
Couldn't bear to think of it
No mention to his Sister or Brother
Until we found out through a slip

Now the fat is in the fire
No friends on that estate do dwell
She wants to move closer to her sister
But now she has no house to sell

"The House is mine" her son has said
"To deal with, as I see fit
I am never going to sell it
So in it she must sit"

To call it theft may be too much
But that's the way I think of it
Cold and calculated it may seem
To others who read this
And to have it done by ones own kin
Is an even greater sin

Mum, she still is in denial
"Her youngest son would not do that"
She would never go to trial
To get back what
She should have kept…
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Colin J… 9thApril 2009

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