Regrets
I'm sorry more I did care,
I had a chance while you were here.
It's just that I was unaware,
I never saw you shed a tear.
I did not know you had been hurt,
You always seemed right to me.
But when you said, "I feel like dirt."
I sensed something I could not see.
That left a hole for you inside,
A wound for life to feel alone.
Because someone could not abide,
A sin for which you could atone.
Despite your wound you handled it well,
All obligations that you bare.
You cared for me that i could tell,
I know there wanted to be more.
Had you taught me what i know now.
I could have tried harder.
I would just take a bow.
We will be much more than friends.
I washed you, dressed you, helped you shave.
When we went out i helped you walk.
I helped you see things.
But through it all we did not talk.
If I could do it all again
I'd hug you at least twice a day.
I would try more to ease your pain.
"I love you," is the least I'd say.
My memory of your last night
Is comfort for which i am glad.
I held your hand, time to aid your "fight"
I said, "You did a great job Dad."
God bless and goodnight.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2014
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