Why me? this is a poem of why I feel alone
in a crowd of relatives.
Why is it that when every body says Hi! or a
greeting during the holidays;
they skip over me and wish everyone else
these holiday greetings.
Going to others homes and listening to what
they are talking about the past that is usually something that I have no memory of and
and expected to share in a tradition that is not one of my
traditions of the holidays.
Wishing and wondering if anyone even wants to include me.
Why me and when the evening ends no one even says Good bye or even offers a hug like to everyone else.
The intruder of the family.
About the Creator
Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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