Amanda Burns

You did not complain as you

Listened, to my tale,

Of social workers not bothered

That I was hungry and tired

and disabled,

Unable to cook and shop and

Clean,

Listening as if it was a

Dream,

No desire to protect me,

Not one meal

And I starved, in isolation.

Why did you not march and complain?

Could you not write, grandmother

For someone other than yourself

I went from size 20 to a

size 12, in 6 short weeks

Starving, crying, screaming

That I had no help

And you listened, not one

letter written.

Don’t get sick or your story will follow mine.

Able bodied fight now

As you have the time.