Flew past with a wink of an eye
The house is silent with occasional shoutings and wailings
The sound of television is all that is heard on normal evenings
No more laughter, no more joys
Just a house of sadness and anger
The phone is silent
No one calls anymore
Angry are they over the angry child who had lost her mother
Nobody understands her miseries
They only know their own
On her own she has to move on
To care for her dementing dad
