Too Late Now Poem by jane solanrobertson

The mother shed
Her crocodile tears
Feigned the love
Denied for years.

The father sat
Man's man was he
So much grief
For all to see

'My baby's dead'
She wailed to all
Thirty-three years
No love at all

His eyes revealed
The guilt and pain
No way to stop
And try again

Too many years
Of words unspoken
Matched only by
The wounds he'd broken

Found inside
A filthy shed
'Have you heard-
The druggie's dead! '

The mother shed
Her crocodile tears
The father wept
For wasted years.