I Beg Your Pardon… really

I Beg Your Pardon… really

For my sisters, who have had to
put up with my leftie ranting and
defense of my gender-queer daughter…

I beg your pardon

For my daughter, who had to
endure a childhood with a single mom
who was not yet diagnosed as mentally ill…

I ask your forgiveness

For my husband, who has seen me
through hell and back, fat and thin, and
bears my depressions with understanding…

I’m sorry I’m a high-maintenance partner

For my dead parents, about whom I write,
who defend their actions, their hideous
alcoholism and abuse of their daughter…

I regret nothing

Finally, to myself, for all the mistakes, the
mysterious paths I’ve chosen, the years of
drugs, the booze, and the frozen career just thawing…

I repent. And I sharpen my pencil once again.

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Fireblossom Friday at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads asks for poems about repentence. I won’t go into the God thing here. I’m keeping it tangible and earthbound. Shay, you rock! Peace, Amy