In a close knit knot
from early on we three
born close in age all
played and fought together
out in the back garden.
Inside we stayed silent
when the household head
pronounced his edicts
or attacked us with
slashing machete tongue
at the dinner table as we
ate our me and three veges.
In time one of us
moved away then helped the
next one to move away
then both helped t he last one
to leave a home where we
could never meet what was
required of its inhabitants.
Each forged a new life from
their innermost self and
was unable to relate
to the foreign cultures of
each other’s new pathways.
We could no longer be
that close knit knot.
Moving out of our
jungle of bewilderment
we continue to diverge
ever further apart.
Previously posted May 2016.
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