If You Think I Should be Sorry, Kids, I am.

When you were first born,
My whole life was you,
The world disappeared,
With each little "coo".
I'd care and I'd teach,
"You'd be smart...and with poise".

To be the best parent,
Was my foremost vow,
And I tried really hard,
Just as you're doing now.

But life doesn't always,
Conform to our plan,
Without method and means,
You do what you can.

And so... that I did,
With all of my heart,
I did all I could,
Right from the start.

And seeing you now,
And what you've become,
I'm proud of my children,
Guess, I wasn't too dumb!

But, if there was a time,
When you thought me, not there,
I'm sorry you felt that,
For the day was quite rare,

When I'd not think of you,
Worry and care,
Hope my teachings would help you,
If not bodily there.

Your independence,
Has proven that true,
I'm so very proud,
When I look at you.

Do I wish that I could have,
Given you more?
Yes,...more things....more time...
All that you had wished for!

But I couldn't  have given you,
anymore love,
For you have my heart,
In the palm of your glove.

And I'll always be here,
As long as I live,
And then some, if God,
My wings, he should give.

But I want you to know,
Though I tried my best,
If You Think I Should be Sorry, Kids, I am.
by Anna Mae W.