Moments 2

I could have done betterFor my mother and my dadBut I thought they were contentWith everything they hadI could have helped with prescriptionsTook them for a dinner or twoBut I had my own familyJust had too much to doI guess, now that I think of itThey were both ill for a whileBut dad, he never complainedAnd mom, lay in bed with a smileTwo proud parents, I rememberThat gave love throughout the yearsOften bring us laughterAnd sometimes, bring us tearsI know I could have done betterDon't let these words be historyRead this poem and think of me