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Excuses...I Have None

 

To take your last breath, did I make you wait?

I’m so so sorry Mum, so sorry I got there late.

They said I was ok to go home, the nurse said so.

I held your hand all night, but then I let it go.

‘Get some rest’ they told me’ ‘go home’ they said.

I sat beside you all night, I sat there by your bed.

But then I went home, they said that would be ok.

‘There will be no change in your Mum, not today’

And so I went home...then my brother called me.

My heart it sank, ‘Mum please hold on' my plea.

I drove back like a madman, every light to ignore.

I babbled prayers to god, I hated myself, I swore.

From people’s faces, I could tell that Mum had gone.

Please forgive me Mum…as excuses I have none.

◄ The 98th Angel

Kim Phúc The Napalm Girl ►

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