Don't Call and ask how I am
        When what you really called for is to talk to my husband

Don't buy me tea, or anything else for that matter, ever again
        I can't be bought

Stay out of my kitchen
        you do not belong there. It is still mine!

Don't show up at my family picnics    
        you aren't welcome anymore

Don't laugh at my jokes
        they aren't meant for your ears

Don't occupy my children's time
        they are here to see me

Don't even talk about the quilt blocks
        when I think about those blocks... that night... I know you were
        trying to ease your own guilt.  It's not working! You are still
        guilty as sin and I can see past the quilt blocks