Friday, July 22, 2022

One-hundred:

I have a shirt tail relative

I'll never meet.


Hidden behind

our Irish lace curtains.


His second wife left him.

Moved away home.


Took the two children 

and the cat.


“So get a new cat." I suggested.

“Better yet get two!" He replied.


“But, I have a lot of antiques."He said.

And so he lives in that big house 


alone and lonely.

And I have two cats.


©️Mark W. Ó Brien

22July2022

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