Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Regrets I have a few


When Push comes to Shove 

I won’t be here forever you know
You’ll be sorry when I’m dead
All the years I’ve done my best
She filled my ears with dread 

Worked my fingers to the bone
My mother’s voice rings out still
You won’t care, I’ll die alone
She spat those words so shrill 

Regret will come too late my girl
You’ll be filled with useless guilt
The selfish thoughts that you unfurl
Crying over milk you’ve spilt 

For me to have what she did not
A better life for a surly child
It was because of me the life she got
That left me in her eyes reviled 

Yet still I think of her with love
And know she did her level best
Now and then push came to shove
I pray now she is at last at rest

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