SARAH’S LAMENT

You old fool 
Dying not knowing

I loved you.

I never told you

Cause I wanted

More from you,

More attention

And tenderness,

More of what

My father

Never told me,

My mother

Never gave me,

More arms

Wrapping me

When I was

Most unlovable.

What I missed

I wanted most, and

What I wanted most,

I could not give.

How unfair to you.

How cold you must

Have thought me.