A poem about Sally Anne Parsons

You had to wait while I chatting
you have no awareness of yourself
Acted like we were long-lost friends
but you stabbed me and lied too
I accepted your failure, the price was high
I am conciliated but not reconciled
Your painted face just the same, a mask
so few see the real you, my daughter was first
Don’t try to speak with me again if you see me
I will depart your presence because you broke a trust
Don’t cross my path, I’ll turn away
there’s nothing left for us to say
Published in The Lark