I recall sitting on your knee,
Even then it was all hush-hush.
Your facemask comes to worry me,
     You held me tight as though to crush

You mock and say ungrateful child,
With cruel mouth so tightly sewn.
My thoughts recall being reviled,
     Many a night I cried alone.

Now you seek me out from your grave,
How hurtful it is for me.
Me, ungrateful child n'er forgave,
     You scald my heart then laugh with glee.

The stars shudder and fade away,
The earth quivers as you spoke.
This ungrateful child asked and taunt,
     You lied back then the truth I sought.

Revived . . . April 2, 2019 / Jerry Pat Bolton