I have always noticed
that you weren’t there,
I always wondered why!
Oh the stories I heard
made me boil
I didn’t want to know you.
It was better that way
out of sight out of mind
but you know one is not blind!
As the years progressed
we could finally meet
what would I do how would I greet?
Oh but it was all
just a cruel little game
played once again by the
story tellers!
You weren’t there any more!
Beula Kapp born with a love for art developed her writing in her early teens.
She enjoys writing and reading poetry, fiction and flash fiction.