Just A Little Grace Poem by Iris Mista

If there was that little me
standing here nearby
what words would it be
before I say goodbye

I failed her so deeply intense
broke her hope and all her dreams
by not using my common sense
I let her flow in bloody streams

I never was there for me
living others life's, without seeing
the woman that was there to be
no chance for me in just being

How can I make up with that child
I left alone so intensely disappointed
how do I learn to become mild
while by hate it is I am haunted

I see the anger in her eyes
her wish to deadly punish me
why wasn't I more wise
for it was only me I had to be

That hateful look on her face
I know, she and I are one
so send me just a little grace
because it can not be undone

July 9,2013