My mother died without all the kindness I could give her
and I could never see it until she’d gone.
Rose held me and told me thru my tears
that she’s always wished she could change this about me;
that I could never see the problems of the people I loved
until they became critical and knocked me down.
Always so lost in my own inner realities, so insensitive.
“Learn from it.”, she said, with kindness,
“Its the first time you’ve lost someone close, the first time
you’ve realized just how unalterable that last moment is
when you wish you could have left things otherwise.”
gallagher
26 Apr 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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