I made mistakes with each of them

 

 

If I could live it once again

I would these spots my soul erase

Impart,at last, to me some grace .

 

 

All the times

I failed to be

what my child

required of me

 

haunt me in

their sharpness

still-

I suppose

they always will.

 

 

 


In fairness, I was very young

unprepared and tightly strung

in rapid sequence their arrival

too wrapped up in my survival

On the other hand...they turned out good

I held my breath and prayed they would

the fruit fell far (enough) from the tree

they found themselves in spite of me.