Daddy died when I was 12.
She was 7.
 
Sis really got screwed, didn’t she...
When we talk of childhood she says you really
Knew him, didn’t you..I don’t remember
 
I play it down.  Not really...um..um..

Sis got screwed.
I sense her pain.  Don’t know what to do.  I feel...
Try to make it up to Sis, entertaining her, making her
Laugh, taking care of her in my way.
 
But
 
Sis insists on being screwed.
Keeps insisting..has a mad-on.  Doesn’t want me involved in her
Life..I don’t see the kids..I don’t know uncle.
Crazy situations keep us all apart.
 
Sis does not know what she is doing.
Sis is just screwing and screwing. 
 
Everyone.
 

Margo Moss