Don’t Miss the Chance
They said I was lucky my mom lived near,
But she was pretty old and it wasn’t so clear.
Sure, I was grateful for all she did for me,
But I was so very busy, I had no time free.
I had my job, my kids, my own life to live.
There really was nothing left for me to give.
I couldn’t visit often, but I did help out.
I gave money, did chores, and ran her about.
But truth be told, I didn’t like it that much.
The conversation was dull and she was frail to touch.
She complained a lot, and I just felt worse.
I didn’t have time to be handyman or nurse.
I could have done more, of course I could,
But she loved me and she understood.
I know she did because she told me so.
She wanted me to be happy, and I pretended not to know
That she was lonely, uncomfortable, and scared of dying.
I closed my eyes to how hard she was trying
To be brave, independent, and not needy at all.
She assured me she’d be fine even after her fall.
But now she’s gone, and I miss her so.
And I’m so sorry I pretended not to know
How much a call, a card, or a hug brightened her day
Or how easy it was to chase her blues away.
I’m ashamed I felt burdened, pressured, and put out.
She deserved more than I gave her, without a doubt.
So if your mom or dad is still with you,
Don’t lose the chance; do all you can do.
Make time, not excuses. Go the extra mile.
Because your chance to do so lasts only a while.
-- Michael Josephson
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