NO COMMON GROUND

Painful meal with adored ones

Tetchy daughter; tragic son

She in state of irritation

He in one of frustration

Tried to find some common ground

But there was none to be found

Her with look of amusement

His more one of bemusement

Mine one of resigned oppression;

Each struggling with own depression

Tried to find some common ground

But there was none to be found

Each with tears refusing to fall

Silent memories scared to recall

Smiles strained filled with pain

Strength attempting to regain

Tried to find some common ground

But there was none to be found