In the turmoil of my soul
I am looking for an answer.
What is life without forgiveness?
I haven’t been a good husband
I haven’t been a good father
I made too many mistakes
I am alone at night.
Once I thought the canvas
of life had a blue thread
of joy when at sunrise and sunset
love had light eyes.
My scrapbook has a note
Easter 1985
I stole her youth and beauty
and now I can’t even remember
flying kites with my father.
I wasn’t given the chance
to play with my son.