SECLUDED

 

You are in a wooded lot while I write my ditty,

With no neighbours close by,

25 minutes from a small city,

As I heard your cry.

 

You are not free to come and go,

While I feel your soul as it can’t grow,

They purchase items in wholesale,

You have been supportive but are frail.

 

I can feel that there are two floors,

With a great big large outdoor deck,

You have a list of what you want at the stores,

As I can feel your skin especially your neck.

 

The rooms are wide open with couches,

As you were made to make some vouches,

You have satellite television,

While you take baths is what I envision.

 

You eat a lot of vegetables with dip,

As your spirit is sending me a lot of tips,

Our children come and go as I remember,

As they are supervised by a family member.

 

You listen to a lot of music songs,

While you wait patiently as it is forever long,

You get transported to see our kids,

While they operate with a large grid.

 

I can feel that my real father has return,

Your soul is listening to mine as it yearns,

I feel that you have learnt a new instrument,

As your eyes are telling me that we are meant.

 

You drink a lot of herbal tea,

While you have a new flavour of raspberry,

I can hear your prayers while you plea,

You have always energy and are not weary.

 

You brush your teeth with a power brush,

While you use Crest as I feel the rush,

Also you have learned how to knit,

While the driveway is full of grit.

 

You have read a lot of books,

A handheld device as you are hooked,

You never got a tattoo,

As my heart is telling me it’s true.

 

There are certain hours where you’re not on alert,

While I feel your anguish and you’re hurt,

There is a cube van that they use,

While you all sit around and watch the news.

 

I’m going to find you soon,

Send me out an indication,

As the clock strikes noon,

I can feel your application.