When they laid my infant head in your fumbling teenaged hands
Are you sorry?
When you walked out the door and left us both behind
Are you sorry?
When you chose to hear "Daddy" only Friday through Sunday
Are you sorry?
When your high opinions of me were what I needed to believe
Are you sorry?
When you touched me there and then told me not to tell
Are you sorry?
When you called to say "goodbye" your voice all choked with tears
Are you sorry?
When I stepped up to your coffin and couldn't seem to cry
Are you sorry?
When I tryed to down my pain in sex and booze and drugs
Are you sorry?
When they laid her infant head in my fumbling teenaged hands....
Crystal French
Copyright 2003
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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