Bullshit

He sent her a letter
full of vitriol and lies.
He flavored the paper
with words from a dead
mans mouth.
He said he would never
trust her again
after what she had done
to their Dad.
He said she abused him.
He said she stole the
funeral money.
But it was all bullshit.
What a conscious sin.
He pierced his sister's heart
with his own well built grief.
Accused of being a thief,
and a liar at best.
But she knew better.
She was there,
she rubbed his itchy back,
trimmed the toenails
he couldn't reach,
she washed and folded
his underwear, she
lifted him off the floor.
If there was any doubt
about her love for the man
that gave her life,
the man who built her,
it should have been questioned
in life.
Questioned while their Father
was still breathing.
But he waited...
and sent his fucking parcel
in death...
She sent it back to him.
Dumped his trash back
onto his porch of proud
vitriol and lies.