On A Sunny Sunday

It was a sunny Sunday,

a perfect day.

So he dressed them in their

Sunday best

and they went to the park

to play on the swings

and roundabouts.

My father.

My half brother and sister

on a sunny Sunday.

They were surprised

to meet her

as they walked home.

They were surprised

to see that

she was carrying a suitcase.

They were surprised

when she said goodbye.

They didn’t believe it 

so they went home

to their new council house

to wait.

She never came back.

It had not been a happy home.

She could be violent.

But it was their home.

She never came back.

So they moved to his parents

where they were 

only grudgingly accepted.

It was not a happy move

but it was the best he could do.

Sometimes on a sunny Sunday

she would leave the hospital,

escape in search of her family.

But they never found each other

again.

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