Regrets (Lyric poem)

Inspired by a story from 9/11.

As I look back to the last time I saw her,

I can't help but to feel regret.

The painful heaviness of "I should have."

The hostility I showed her, not knowing it was our last moment.

The frustration built up inside of me, thinking

that when she left, it wasn't supposed to be with me

slamming the door in her face and telling her

that she was the worst mother alive.

Regret.

I hear that word every morning when I think about my mother.

I regret not telling her I love her.

I regret not reassuring her that she was, no...is, the most important thing to me.

I regret not hugging her once more, to feel her soft yet stern arms,

making me safe and secure and protecting from the harms of the world.

I regret not staying with her that morning.

I regret not convincing her to go to her job,

high up in one of the Twin Towers.

Every year when that day comes around, I feel this regret stronger than ever.

The painfulness of my last words to my mother,

"I hate you and I wish you were dead!"

It was the first time in my life that I regretted

getting what I wished for.