i wasn’t perfect
no one is
past memories sullied
fill my head
missteps were made
tears burgeon up
behind closed eyes
of remorse and regrets
the kids are grown
their lives their own
when they look back
will they tell me
hush now
surround me with comfort
or know
why i’m feeling
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you! 🙂
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So much truth.
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Thank you
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❤️
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