J. L. Harrow 

Dolly Died

You don’t listen when I talk
Or notice flowers when we walk
You hate my music when we ride 
And you don’t care that Dolly died 

You don’t care who won the Cup
Don’t answer when I ask, “What’s up?”
Don’t stop until you’re satisfied 
And you don’t care that Dolly died 

You don’t ask me what I need
Or what I think of what I read 
Don’t care how someone feels inside 
And you don’t care that Dolly died 

You didn’t come to my biopsy
And you won’t drive me to surgery
You aren’t a man who stands beside
And you don’t care that Dolly died 

You don’t care that I feel sad
If I would cry it’d make you mad
‘Cause grief is something to deride
And you don’t care that Dolly died 

And I don’t care that you didn’t cry
You shed no tear, you wiped no eye
What really tears me up inside 
Is you don’t care
           That I do care 
                     that Dolly Rebecca Parton died 

J. L. Harrow is a busy mom who is trying to find her voice over the din. She loves music, reading, and the outdoors.