Mea culpa my child

Thou wert frail and frailer thy fate, And hadst reasons t’be riled, Your sad eyes sure had looked for me, O my ill-fated child. I was too far to welcome thee That hath no time to wait, Get admired in father’s fond arms, And ye left right from gate. Now, helpless to hold thou to heart, And welcome to my world, Let me the least give thou this rose— A bit frail, far more curled. Now, amidst piles of painful thoughts, In a time-warped wan wave, I often see thy wilted soul, And would see till my grave., Ye came to us long years back, A bit pallid and pale, What a sore punch time chose to serve, What was mere gust turned gale! And as I offer thee this rose, Why, I do wonder wild, To just turn time’s page and feel good? My guilt gets piled, my child. I do admit my guilt, my child, For not being with thee, To wish— let thy new life be pink, Whilst I rue, wretched me. ________________________________________ Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose