No loss of intellect or attitude,
But not much gain.
My rationale in support of something more
Embarrasses me.
I don’t suppose the fault is entirely her doing,
Though I don’t believe a six year old
Has shoulders broad enough, and wisdom wide enough
To understand and forgive.
That six year old hasn’t given up.
I wish he could concede
So that he and I might rid ourselves of
This need to be made whole.
I wonder if Nina nurses the guilt
That I protest, I do not assign her?
Three score and ten is a hell of a long wait.
Was I not the child she wanted?
So many older people that I’ve counseled,
Have tendered love in return.
I work at being a good person
And wish Mom might offer some warmth.
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