Born an Irish-Catholic to a housewife
and a battle hardened vet,
at 17 she ended her young life
I wonder about her regrets
Her child condemned here to service jobs putting up
with arrogant management
He never knew about the difficulties
I know about his regrets
The estranged father never offered
the unwanted a first chance
doctor bills and birthdays left askance
I wonder about his regrets.
Family tree of regret
Mistakes you won’t soon forget
The new step-father only offered
blackened eyes and broken hearts
and days that fucking end in court
I don’t care about his regrets
My mother deserves better than this;
the forgotten son, or the closed fist
two choices that aren’t choices at all.
Pick yourself up and walk away,
dust off the bruises and capture today.
You’re a beautiful person
in spite of what has been thrown on you.