An Old Woman Reflects Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I am old now. Forgive me
For loving some too much, or not at all

I am old now. My past creeps up to wrack me
For things that I've done ill, both great and small

I am old now. Attend me
Is it too late to heal the hurts I gave?

I am old now. Absolve me
My guilts, that stand like Harpies round my grave

I am old now. Forget me
Keep open house to life, to sun and rain

I am old now. Those gone before expect me
Would I repeat it all? No. Not again