(forgiveness)
We get old only once, and thus will never know how they feel. We judge them, get irritated at them. Maybe the guilt trip is their way of trying to reach out, maybe the erratic behavior is a reflection of their fear of mortality. I really don’t know and may not find out until I grow old. But in the meanwhile they pass on and are gone forever, leaving us looking back with regrets.
The pursed lip smiles
The determined gait
Her unbounded generosity
And endless energy
The way she called me “beta”
The tear in her eye
As I turned and left
I remember all this ever so well
The missed mothers day call
The poem I never read
The ceremony I did not attend
The birthday present never sent
The gratitude not expressed
The three words rarely said
The attitude I showed
And missing her last breath
It’s been five years
I still cannot hold back the tears
I would give five years of my life
For five minutes with her
To hold her, talk to her
And beg
for forgiveness.
Dec 11, 2022