Melissia Ann Senter
A Mountain Of Regrets - Poem by Melissia Ann Senter
Regrets for not being a better child,
regrets for being so mean at times.
I had the greatest Mother in the world.
I was a hellion at times,
always the one who just had to have the last word, no matter what
I was always right and my Mom was always wrong.
To me Mom was never ever right.
Regrets of not listening to my Mom.
Now I am a grown up, I have two children of my own,
more and more I am beginning to understand.
I am finding out now that I was not always right, that maybe I was wrong at times.
Mom was right about many things.
Regrets because I did not finish my education,
instead I quit in the 9th grade because I thought I knew it all.
Boy was I wrong!
In this world of today without my education I am nothing.
Regrets because I was in love with a man
who I once thought was my world
Now all of my trust in him has been shattered in to a million pieces
of what used to be our love.
Forever is what he promised.
He chose to sleep with another woman.
Regrets because I didn't believe that he would ever do this
to me and our children.
He has broken our hearts.
Regrets because maybe I am to blame
for many of my regrets and fears.
Maybe it is because I regret ever meeting him.
Many regretted mistakes I have made through the years
only I can or could have changed them,
if I had just opened my eyes and seen what was going on.
Maybe if I had just listened to my mother
my life would have been much better.
Now I know that my mom was right.
My mother was almost always right
So now I stand here and behind me
stands the mountain of regrets.
I can only hope that I will have enough time
to change the many mistakes that I have made in my life,
to become a woman of no regrets,
a woman who has learned from her mistakes.
Then maybe there will be no mountain of regrets standing behind me
but a mountain full of hope and dreams
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