Mama I Love You

I didn’t really know you. Oh, I thought I did… in the cocksure way a child thinks she knows everything. I didn’t know you until so near the end then you, were not the you of childhood. Your soft waved hair had grayed with anxiety and fear. How was I to know or you to answer, if questions which stayed so long unasked and so unanswered? For a child to see a Mother torn brings it own fear for fledgling trusts a Mother’s wing to hide her to wrap her in a safe and warm embrace. But, it was you who hid, and left me wanting yet, it was all you could do…so you said. Had I only grown strong sooner, flown free faster of my own accord would I have loved you, or you loved me, dearer? who knows when fear doomed us from the start. I held you close and sang you songs that morning though through a morphine haze, you never knew of green fields and sunsets all a dawning Oh how I wished, I could say, one more… “I love you.” Poet: D. Guzzi