Haunted
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Sandra and Mom - 1958 She was 42 and I was 19.
She passed at age 55 in 1971 when I was 32.
There is a time in life we might regret
in missing opportunities to learn
that which we thought somehow could be offset
since living current days was our concern.
That time has haunted me as years flew by,
and looking back, so wish I took the time
to gather facts untold- and wonder why
I never felt this knowledge would be prime.
It haunts me now- not knowing things is sad:
how did my Mom live out her teenage years;
what was her life before she met my Dad?
What situations brought her smiles or tears?
So many questions weren't asked back then;
taking for granted some time down the road
these subjects would be honored- where and when
more interest in them at that time showed.
It haunts me now- I never thought of this;
how often life does not give us a lead-
what day we'll lose the loved ones we will miss.
It haunts me now- so young she left, indeed.
I was then thirty-two, she fifty-five.
It haunts me that our time together ceased
before I gathered knowledge to archive
those things I long for; peace to be released.
February 26, 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge - H Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No. 9 - Haunted
My use of the word haunted:
"To preoccupy the mind of someone,
typically in a troubling way." wordhippo.com
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2023
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