SHAME
i'M SITTING AT YOUR TABLESTARING AT WALLS OF MEMORIES.
nOTICING CLEAN PLACES
WHERE MUDDY HANDPRINTS USE TO BE.
i SMILE AS i REMINISCE
OF ALL THE YEARS GONE BY.
fOR ALL THE TIMES WE LAUGHED
AND ALL THE TIMES WE CRIED.
bUT NEVER THEN COULD i HAVE KNOWN
THE THINGS THAT i KNOW NOW,
AND SEEING THAT YOU MADE IT THROUGH,
i CAN ONLY WONDER HOW.
NOW THAT i'M A MOTHER,
i OFTEN WATCH MY SON.
i NOTICE THAT HE DOES SOME THINGS
THAT i, MYSELF, HAD DONE.
sO i LAUGH ALOUD AS A TEAR ROLLS DOWN
BECUASE i'M SURE YOU FELT THE SAME.
i KNOW HOW MUCH i HURT YOU
AND i FEEL SO ASHAMED.
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