Mrs. K.

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Living in the yellow house by the sea

That once was hers but now is mine

I have basked in joy and in sorrow

I have witnessed repair and disrepair

I have tasted sweet apples from a tree

Now cracked, dead and gone

There is nowhere to voice this

For fear of appearing ungrateful 

For fear of sounding selfish

For fear of being unresilient 

I will silently type this

While screaming to be heard 

Drained by words 

Silently listening 

Invisibly supporting 

Passively surviving

Neglected needs

Did Mrs K feel like me

In her yellow house by the sea

Before it was mine

Before the apple tree died