The kids have departed , the pantry is clear…
nothing here to eat but the salt of our tears..
The roads are all covered in a blanket of white…
Starvation will find us long before night..
Oh what I’d give for a half-eaten crust….
of forgotten pie and Lynne’s broken trust..
The heartbreak of hunger , the pain of near death…
Pale when compared to your Dad’s last request.
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You should have text me your request!!!
Better luck next year 😜
I’ll be hard to starve…I often have to eat my words !