Halloween is long past gone and Thanksgiving nearly here,
And I have very little to be thankful for this year.
Pressure from my siblings to settle my Mother's estate,
Perhaps if done legally, it wouldn't be in Probate.
Yet I was not involved in anything they did,
Trust me, I'll get justice or else, God forbid!
Hopefully we can settle things and not take this to court,
As you know with Probate, certain things you have to sort.
Not aware of things they did, locking me out of the house,
Kicked me in the ass and I felt like such a louse!
So I hired an attorney to help me with some things,
God only knows what happened to the Emerald and other rings.
I bought my Mother that Emerald ring and she wore it endlessly,
Viciously angry because as yet, I've not been able to see.
I know a sibling has it and they have it just for spite,
Now I want it back and am willing for it to fight.
Guess you can see now why things aren't happy for me,
? answers to the questions are the only things need be.
- Author: Edward Charles McDevitt ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2019 12:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Albeit an acrostic poem about Thanksgiving, it is a true story. You can get a little more history from the 2 previous poems I posted on this site. I haven't spoken to any siblings for quite some time. Even knowing that my Spouse had passed away, they never came to the calling hours/funeral and the like. No sympathy on their part at all. I caught my one sister in a lie about knowing he passed away. They claim to be Christians. If that is their version of Christianity, I want no part of it. If you read the poem, I thank you. I hope your Thanksgiving is a good one (If you're from the United States) and I hope you have much to be thankful for.
- Category: Family
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