There was also nothing
Stopping him making
My Gran a meal a day at least.
He lived under the same roof
And was not working.
He made her a toastie
On days he remembered.
And I was mad at him.
I asked why he could
Not put on extra when
Making his own tea.
It could be a kids size portion.
And if she was not eating
Why did he not do something?
Gran always ate
The toastie I made so
She must have been hungry.
He just snarled
And called my Gran
What her? For who? Her? She...
My Mum leaving made
Him hate women even more
And he never got over it.
Life was not a beach.