Inheritance.

What was all the crap about?
Don't think I understand.
Everything was so secretive,
And very underhand.
Because we weren't all informed,
When Mum's house got cleared out,
One took all he wanted,
We never got a shout.
There are laws out there to help us,
But what is one to do?
When a brother, who is ignorant,
Has gone and shafted you.
We met him and we argued,
It was plain he couldn't see.
He tried to point the finger,
But he's not the judge of me.
Or our other brothers.
So what we did, we three.
Was to tell him where he had gone wrong,
And accept his apology.

by Lizzy Tomlinson

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Ahhh yes....family...gotta love em...I guess... Hugs, Dee