David Welch Poet Narrative

Can Never Regret Them, Part Ii

...I don’t regret the late nights up,
making sure that they’re safe and fed,
or getting my jaw bumped a lot
when they learned to move their heads.

I don’t regret spending beer money
to buy them both these tiny shoes,
or selling people once-owned cars,
so they are never short of food.

I don’t regret the evenings
spent all curled-up on the couch,
watching shows they’ve seen so much
they can recite them all out loud.

I don’t regret that it’s been years
since I have managed to get out,
all that used to get me charged up
just seems so unimportant now.

Maybe there is a God above,
because I’m at loss to explain
how so much good can come from actions
worthy of such contempt and blame.

I still regret so many things
that I used to do way back when,
but I can’t regret all of it,
I can never regret them.

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