NaPoWriMo Day 27. Is it really Day 27 already? What will I do with my evenings after Wednesday? Anyway today’s poem is called Second Chance.
Holding her grandchild for the first time
she thinks to herself this is a second chance.
Maybe this time, I will do things better.
Maybe this time, I won’t worry that she’s not sleeping.
Maybe this time, I won’t worry that she’s not walking.
Maybe this time, I’ll read her a story whenever she wants it.
Maybe this time, I won’t lose my temper so much
because this time I won’t be too tired, or too busy, or too afraid.
Maybe this time, I can make up for being such a terrible mother
and be the perfect grandmother.
Her daughter looks on and thinks
I’ll never be as good a mother as she is.