''Oh, the Tears, the Tears''
the day the doctor told me you were dying
mother, I was so afraid, unsure and frightened
unclear of what to do and so I listened to others
I should have brought you home to die
but I did not do that, no I didn't
you could have been at home with me at your side
in your own bed with your purring sweet cat
and soothing music and a view of azure blue sky
that cat waited and searched for you, mom
for months and months and months
when you got sick I did not hesitate to move home
we were like happy roommates in the beginning
then ever so slowly I was doing all the banking
the groceries, the cooking, while still working
I became your mother over time
but I did not mind one moment of that journey
we talked and talked and buried all the anger
I would have done anything for you, even given my life
because you were the one person who loved
me, without reserve, totally and completely
and when the end came, mom, I failed you bitterly
I should have brought you home to die, I know now
so I am begging for 'forgiveness' from you and from God
this pain, a knife in my heart every day, I breathe
but my forgiveness will never come, never ever
"oh, the tears, the tears . . . "
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February 16, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/"oh, the tears, the tears"
Copyright Protected, ID 02-641-230-16
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Forgiveness,
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged 03/2015
Eighth place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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