My Biggest Regret

I regret not seeing my witty eighty-eight-year-old mother more often Because she is dying of cancer, A slow ugly, painful way to go I regret not writing letters to her, I regret not visiting her at least monthly. I regret being too selfish to make the three hour trip. I regret being self-serving, spending all my extra time on me. I regret doing things for everyone else, But not for my mother. I regret not being there today, at this second, to say good-bye. I am trying to ignore my selfishness Regretting that I did not get up there to show her love. I regret every hour that I did not spend with her Hours and hours of time that I could have spent with her. But I did not because I thought she would live to be a hundred and two.