I don’t expect you to shed a tear,
I don’t expect you to call once a week or even once a year.
I don’t expect an apology for what you “haven’t done”,
I don’t expect you to buy me lavish gifts or even inexpensive ones.
I don’t expect you to visit or write,
I don’t expect you to call to say good-night.
I don’t expect you to trust me,
I don’t expect you to love me.
I don’t expect you to worry about what you’ve missed,
But I do expect you to acknowledge that I exist.
That and nothing more,
I really don’t feel it’s too much to ask for.

Christina Bledsoe

Authors Comment:

This was originally supposed to apply to my father but after thinking about it - it applies to my entire family (is that what you call it?).

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