You spent my entire life showing contempt –
Nothing I did ever made you feel proud.
Everything in your life was about you –
Even at your end you played to the crowd.
Each word that fell from your lips told a lie –
It left me vulnerable to others.
Endless invites to your pity parade –
You couldn’t even speak well of my mother.
Each year that passed, I loved you even more –
But all you did was use me to impress.
No acts of love or words of praise from you –
A gift for those who wore a pretty dress.
The day I saw you lay still left me cold –
Delusions crumbled with your murky soul.
Grandmother’s arms sheltered me from the truth –
Your empty inheritance made me old.