I regret the days I have to mind her.
How horrible is that?!
I listen to her as she tells me my Da's horrible
and I grit my teeth.
She asks me my kids names....again
and I bite my lip.
She talks about my granny
and I rein my temper in.
What did she do to deserve tbis?
Fed me, clothed me,
Held me and loved me.
I remember my teen years
And am swollen fat on regret.
Would love to sit on a bench
With her and her alone
As she was ten years ago
And tell her what she meant,
Means and will always mean to me.
I'd tell her now but
She'd only forget.
And I'll go to my grave
Swollen with regret