A Posthumus Talk With My Grandfather

Grandfather, How can I be proud of the things you have done? The mistakes you have made? How can I be proud of the things you regret? The things you too would rather forget. The memories that haunted you and drove you to drink? Your daughter, my mother taught me to forgive, How, faced with adversity, she taught me how to live She showed how love and forgiveness could always conquer all, Her wisdom showed me clearly, mistakes are made by all The man I knew as opa, was frail and weak and lonely He bought me a silver ring, made a speech at my wedding Each day burdened with regrets, he faced his demons daily Until they took him to the darkest places, where he stood alone. So perhaps I judge too harshly, choices I have not faced When I reminisce about my time, I know I too Will have regrets, and hope That future generations will forgive, With the clarity of hindsight those paths I preferred not to tread