hand colored high school photo, circa 1933-34.
Margaret Ruth (Draper) Fink, 1917-2004
that I would do better
how much of my life
would I look to retrace?
not the thousand small decisions
that built to a course
I may have mistaken for true,
nor the loves and the lost loves
and shouldn’t have loved’s,
but you whose ears
have now passed beyond hearing,
who made the milk that fed me –
that I would do better.
if you could only come here and die again,
here, where this time I would hold you
as you once held me,
here, where we’d cry over parting
and joy at the end of pain.
here, where I would hold your gaze
as the light sifts from your lovely eyes,
and then close your brown eyes
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Mother’s Day. I wish the regrets of “that I would do better” I only felt one day a year. Thanks, Jeff.