Momma Please Forgive Me

I cry when I think about my mom
I was bad at being a son
I thought she had so many
that she loved more than me.
The son that always
seamed too busy
to even
visit
her
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Mcintosh Avatar
February 19, 2024 at 9:05 AM
so sad, so stirring, so sad... much like the burning of a heart who feels the music beyond breathless, simply amazing. Love this sir. God bless you always, love, Gina
Brotherton Avatar
February 19, 2024 at 7:56 PM
Thank you Regina.
Wolf Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 7:51 PM
Hindsight is twenty/twenty, they say. Sounds like you may be a little too tough on yourself, my friend.
Brotherton Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 5:29 PM
I'm sure you are correct. But sometimes I see or hear something that reminds me of her, and I tend to get a little melancholy.
Goldsmith Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 12:16 PM
A powerful/wonderful yet sad write. Moms forgive because that is what they do. I would give your write to her. Have a great day writing away........................
Brotherton Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 5:27 PM
Thanks for the nice words, my friend.
One Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 10:21 AM
A lot of people always realise too late, I say the same thing to my brothers.. I am sure you mum will forgive you though..
Brotherton Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 5:26 PM
Thanks for your wise advice, Silent one. I hope your brothers appreciate your wisdom.
Greenhough Avatar
February 16, 2024 at 8:12 PM
A direct and thoughtful poem that brings memories of child rearing days. Thank you for a candid write.
Brotherton Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 5:47 AM
Thank you, my friend. Perhaps old age is what makes me appreciate my childhood more.
Situation Avatar
February 16, 2024 at 7:07 PM
At a time when visits are important to me, This finds my thoughts.But I take it a a command from God.
Brotherton Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 5:45 AM
Many times, life does have a tendency to get in the way. It is even worse when youth can make one think they have all the time in the world left to them.
Rose  Avatar
February 16, 2024 at 6:00 PM
that is so sad, moms always love their sons no matter what, its a mothers heart it never ends...
Brotherton Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 5:33 AM
Sometimes we learn those lessons too late. Perhaps the jealousy of being #14 out of 15 children plays a role.
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