A Letter Home

In twenty years, this tree will have changed.
There will names I can’t imagine now
And dates under those I can
That haven’t come to be yet.
And my name will be a lost one:
The one nobody remembers,
The daughter of a dead man
That nobody talks about these days.
 
And I find it kind of funny
That I was more of a shame to you
Than your brother ever was.
The man who beat his children
And you turned a blind eye;
The girl who dared to speak of love
And you turned away.
 
You called again. I didn’t answer
And when the number changes
You won’t know how to find me.
And you always ask in your emails
Where I am, what I’m doing,
 How things are and why
You haven’t heard from me lately.
Well I can’t imagine why.
 
At the end of days, I hope
That you realise why I walked away
And take back what you said.
And if you don’t, then
That’s fine as well
Because I won’t be there to hear you.
But if you don’t, mark:
There will be another like me –
Another sinner, of your blood,
And history will repeat itself
Until you repent,
Not me.