Mea culpa my child

Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate, Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled, Your sad eyes sure had looked for me, O my ill-fated child. I was too far to welcome thee, My child, had little time to wait, Get admired in father’s fond arms, And ye left, gone from gate. Helpless not to have held to heart, Nor yet welcome thou to my world, Let me the least give thou this rose— A bit frail, feeble, curled. Now, amidst piles of painful thoughts Lost in a time-warped and wan wave, I’m left to see thy wilted soul, O to see it till grave. Ye had come to us long years back, A bit pallid, my child, and pale, What a punch time’s chosen to punch, A gust of wind’s turned gale! And as I offer thee this rose, Why, wonder I, wide-eyed and wild, To just turn time’s page and feel good? No, my guilt’s piled, my child. I do admit my guilt, my child, In plight, for not doing my due, Here, let me wish, thy new life’s pink, The wretched me whilst rue. ________________________________________ Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose