My eyes are often puffy and red
Because of all the tears bled
Over my mother's and father's deaths
For, I wasn't there for their final breaths.
I lived with my sister when my dad died.
She didn't accept it, so I had no ride.
When Mom died, I lived out of state
First visit too early. Last one too late.

I shouldn't feel guilt for things I can't change
About situations I couldn't arrange
When I feel sad, I think of them looking down
Each of their faces wearing a frown
Wondering why I just can't let myself be
And let the guilty feelings flee
Soon, enough time will have passed by
So with the loose ends a knot I can tie
Then I'll only have good memories of Mom and Dad
And the full lives that they both had

dragonpoet