You Mourned and Rued the Day

NaPoWriMo—Day 14

You Mourned and Rued the Day

you committed Mom to the memory facility,

as if anything could’ve been done. Mom shuffling

about the house bedecked in mismatched slippers,

that smelly-pink-tattered robe, lipstick drawn

around her mouth. It was as if she remembered

what she’d instructed me—a woman never goes out

without wearing lipstick, hence why my lips are rimmed

Fresh Moroccan before leaving the house.

But that’s not why you mourned depositing

Mom in the home. You mourned marriage-life decisions,

growing up practical, selfish perhaps, an only-child.

It was Mom’s vehement anger you mourned,

tears you spilled, night after her death,

where you confessed, “I should’ve said yes,

when she begged to enroll as an adult in college.

 

You mourned and rued the day you committed Mom

to the memory facility. Arrogant with the brains

God gave you, smarts that made you consider you knew

more than others, yet smart enough to lock up Mom,

and die silently regretting the things you did not do.

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