Grandfather, they may hate you
but I do not
An entrepreneur
A husband with a wife and two girls all his own
A man who couldn’t leave other women alone
Too young to know right from wrong
Too weak to fight this on your own
A mistake, or two, or three it seems
Mistakes by all and no one came clean
In your twenties the weight of the world
In your thirties back to your hole
The family is cracked
The wounds so deep
Set off the course
We were destined for
They whispered in her ear
While they kept their steady
They banished you too
As they often do
A family of women
The men all leave
You were the first casualty
Left bleeding, indeed
They prayed for others
Forgave the others
No different from you
The replacement boo
For neighbors and strangers
Cakes and plates
For you
Heaping piles of hate upon hate
Your history is theirs
This family you shared
Their wins are yours
Through genetics you share
Two peas in a pod
No difference, they are
Second thoughts
Bitter from afar
The longest fight in history
I forgive you