Regret
How could I regret my birth?
To say I was not worth
my place among the human race.
I was meant to be.
How could I regret my broken heart?
It has given me a start
in knowing others' pain so they may gain
my healing hugs.
How could I regret being wed?
Without a husband I would not have fed
my newborn babe laid on my chest,
to feed from my breast.
How could I regret my genes?
They have given me the means
to love music with all my heart.
Move my feet to any beat.
What is the point of regret?
We must decide to set
aside those negative vibes.
It's good to be alive.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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