Lotty And I

And here's a picture of Lotty and I.
Yes, the picture of health,
Face aglow.
I'd say we were about twenty here.
Well, there abouts,
Time has blotted my memory.
Oh, and that's her and Lucas.
Lotty and Lucas.
Lucas and Lotty.
Funny, hmm?
Sad, though.
They weren't destined for the patter of tiny feet.
Well, sad to some. Scandal to others.
Especially mother.
That's were I came in
As a pawn to her selfish games.
She wanted children so,
And she and I looked very alike.
See?
Two peas in a pod.
No-one would know if the babe was mine
Or hers.
But as usual, Lotty wanted it all.
To feel the baby grow,
To grow with the baby.
Jealous Lotty.
Oh, how I remember the dear.
And things just got worse when the baby passed.
Poor thing.
My son, sorry HER son, was too good for our mixed up world.
It pushed Lucas over the edge.
And mother, the old cow.
She jumped.
I wonder if I'll see them soon?
But not Lotty.
No, not Lotty.
'You're all I have now.'
Come back in old age to taunt me,
Back to our old family home,
Now just a house.
It IS such a nice house, isn't it?
A fascinating shell, a cocoon.
See, there's a picture of us on the terrace sipping tea.
She did so like her tea.
That made it so much easier.
I just pretended it was sugar.
The KCN, that is.
That's her there.
So silent, so still, so peaceful,
Not as in life I can assure you.
You know, I did still love her,
DO still love her.
I only had to teach her a lesson.
That in life, you can't always have what you want,
I want doesn't always mean I get.
Oh, how rude of me!
Would you like another custard cream dear?

Inspired by The Behaviour of Moths by Poppy Adams