Poetry/ Random shorts

My Mum

I miss my mum.
She's not dead or gone.
Just engaged.

I miss having the house,
Just the three of us,
Me, you, and my sister.
Now he's moved in.

He's only here three or four times a week.
He needs to go home,
That is not here.

I miss just us two,
Driving to school.
Now he's here.
I never say a word in the car.

I miss going out,
Just the three of us.
Now me and sister never come along.
When you ask why
We look into your sad face
And say
"We're tired".
Tired of him.

I know i should stop being selfish,
I know i'm being bratty.
I know you're happy with him.
But i cannot like him.

He's invaded my home, our home.
Now it just feels like the place i sleep.
I miss having a home.

I miss when he was not here.
When it was just the three of us.
I want to go back to that.
Please can we go back to that?

(A/N I know its bad but 🤷🏼‍♀️)