Mother fails. Denies. Cries.
Unused to failure, she is forced to admit
He won’t apologize.
It took me awhile to finalize
The difference between “hypocrite”
And “illness.” Mother cries.
His choices – that’s what they are – traumatize
My Respect. He throws a fit,
Reverting back to 1961. He refuses to apologize.
Mother, with her compromise, justifies. Mystifies.
She teaches me to permit. Submit.
I never tell her I hate it. When she cries.
Impossibly, we’ve come to minimize
The moving – it is unfit
To say “living” – corpse who can’t apologize.
The fog of fury makes it difficult to recognize
I should try to be compassionate.
But it will be hard to cry for a person who couldn’t apologize
Even when he saw how often he made my mother cry.