Unloved

Feeling rather hungry,
I called in at my mum's,
Intent on grabbing biscuits,
To quell my rumbling tum.
She'd often say 'just call in,'
'Help yourself - without a care,'
So I headed for the biscuits,
But the tin - it wasn't there!
I searched in all the cupboards,
Rooted all around,
And finally found it hidden,
In cupboard, close to ground.
Angry and distressed that,
She'd thought to leave it hid,
With great anticipation,
I lifted up the lid.
There's always chocolate biscuits,
When I go to my mum's,
But this time it was empty,
- only offered crumbs!
I left! Unloved!