I'M Sorry

I’m sorry for the things I did not say I’m sorry for the things I did You were my child of years The one I did not hear I blame myself everyday for ears not open to what you would say To hear your cries, your pain, despair Makes the torment even harder to bear I wanted to be the one to heal your soul For you needed your mother and I was not there I look back and see your smiling face, that silly grin It is all I have in myself to keep sane within If time heals all wounds This one won’t save me. I’m doomed. ©Holly P. Moore September 2012