I taste a salty tear,
let it fall
the furrows aging my face
no longer smiling
the pain
raw
it seems with time
I remember
too much, too clear, too sad
did you tell my sister you loved me?
that I was distant?
explain to me how an infant can be distant
it matters not, now,
I accepted your cool demeanor
all the while thinking there was something wrong with me
when my babies were born
you asked me should you come
how could you ask me
why didn’t you need to be with me?
(I was so scared)
didn’t you want to hold them?
a newborn baby, a gift of God,
your grandchild
a baby powder bundle of love
it’s my birthday soon,
yours two weeks later
I face my sad
I am healing
I offer lip-service-forgiveness
I’m not sure I will ever understand you
© Lip Service, LOVE REHAB
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