Dear Family
Dear family, just a note to let you all know
I've decided to pack my things and go.
Have run away and closed this door,
There are things in this I deplore.
The armchair soft always yours not mine,
Little boys need toys and a little sunshine
Off you all go, right out that door,
My duty is to wash the kitchen floor.
Of course sometimes I scream, shout and cry
Face goes angry red, I want to die.
Try so hard to be perfect for this damn lot,
What thanks I get, stupid comments, no love got
Close your mouths please, stop that gaping,
Despite all my giving, your ceaseless taking,
I'll always be yours, forever and ever
You are stuck with me even if I am an error
But for now I've run away
Jim 1951
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lot of emotion rolled up in this one, good write though it does leave you with deep feelings, and that must have been you intent.