The less of me that
comes to be, the more
I see my great faults.
However vague, each
from my ignorance
begs my remembrance.
I cannot say I
was but unaware,
least I knew better.
Take the time that plagues
the most, when I hurt
my father’s feelings.
He’d borrowed from me
some money that I
asked him to repay.
The sum I did not
need, I just had to
set right the ledger.
So he took from his
wallet the money
and threw it at me.
It was the only
time my dad and I
had a falling out.
I had insisted,
he had resisted —
we both well knew why.
Mom, the love of my Dad’s life had just died.
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