I got my love of learning from my father
He also gave it to my brother
I got my love of people from my mother
who also shared this with my sister
I am reminded I am not alone by my friend
and forced to interact by my cat
Of all who know me, the best is my cat
though, the one who understood me was my father
Try as much as she can, I tend to hide from my friend
and have never shared much with my brother
When we were young, I thought I knew my sister
but have never understood my mother
It has been a tough life for my mother
causing her to complain, even about my cat
She depends on so much from my sister
even more so than she had my father
though she has always favored my brother
she never failed to act like a Mom to my friend
and now older, life is different for my friend
I find she acts more and more like my mother
but still doesn’t talk much to my brother
at least she has made up with my cat
and understands how much I miss my father
something I don’t talk about, even with my sister
It is ironic how much alike are my sister
and this now older friend
I wonder how things would be different with my father
what would have changed for my mother
I know he would have loved my cat
and he would be proud of my brother
But would I have stayed close with my brother
would things have moved so completely for my sister
would I have been there to meet my cat
so much is connected to that day, my friend
so much bitterness wrapped up my mother
on the day cancer took my father
It changed my brother, It changed my friend
It destroyed my sister, It destroyed my mother
Is it strange that when I see my cat, sometimes I can feel my father