Mothers and Guilt
She said I would receive her wedding ringI protested
for I didn’t want to think of her dying
or of taking fidelity off her finger
So soon,
we were dividing the possessions
My sisters stated,
she wanted you to have the ring
I protested again
She was buried with it sparkling
but now every time rings are mentioned
I cringe and remember
I didn’t listen to her
Labels: Poems
