It's not my fault they said
That accidents do happen
These words were shallow to me
The guilt wouldn't allow
That i feel consoled
For i felt as if
I had been conned a soul
So innocent and undeserving
It should have been me
I kept thinking
It's me who conceived the idea
That we were letting work
Keep us from going out more
It's me who took the extra glass
It's me who didn't see the bump
It's me who should have been bleeding
It should have been me
Fighting for my life
She should be curled in bed
Next to our daughter
It should have been me
That they laid to rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching emotions expiating over some omission that resulted in the greatest loss in the form of the demise of the loved one.