I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for.
But then I guess we know there's blame to share
And none of it seems to matter anymore.
The last time I saw my mother she was unable to speak.
I took her hand and she clenched mine back. She knew I was there. She knew who I was.
I told her that I loved her. I told her that I would take care of my father. I told her that she was an amazing mom, and it was okay. She could go, and I would be okay.
I kissed her hand and left her.
I don't regret that last day. I don't regret what I said. I just wish I might have said that I forgave her for all the stupid stuff. I know she forgave me for the stupid stuff. And none of it seems to matter anymore.