Regrets Poem by Yvonne Livingstone Kania

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 would for life to feel alone
Because someone could not abide.
A sin for which you should 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.