Locked Box

A Pattern Evolves

By Kathy Lou Waskett 1 min read

Once there was a man

That I noticed was like me.

A very reserved man

As far as you could see.

He kept his feelings in.

So no one else could see.

The hurt that lay within

That said, notice me.

So he joined the army

And then he took a wife.

Trying to learn to live

A solitary life

.

His son would yearn

For acceptance

His younger daughter too

Following the patterns

The only ones they knew.

His son went into the army

And moved away from home.

The younger sister stayed

and was left all alone.

Favorite sister was loved,

Worshipped and adored.

Little sister played the guitar

And music lyrics poured.

She wanted to be loved

for all that she could be

But married someone

Like her dad and

the rest is history.

Love and Teddybearhugs!

— Kathy Lou Waskett