Lloyd Cresci

Rookie (6-8-56 / CA)

My Family - Poem by Lloyd Cresci

When it came to my family,
I thought that they loved me so much.
But then they had their spokesperson,
Yell and call me rude names and such.

Up to the very end they said,
"We love you and want you to stay".
I had no Earthly idea,
My kindness would not be repaid.

They let me know I wasn't loved,
And that I should be on my way.
I learned their venomous hatred,
Had filled them up to my dismay.

Now I'm still shocked and downhearted,
At the ugly treatment they gave.
The vitriol was so loathsome,
Like they wanted me in my grave.

I can't name any other folks,
Who hate me as much as they do.
My family I thought loved me,
Turned ghastly right out of the blue.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012



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