Blessed you are, mates would echo in unison.
Residing under one sky, with the elders of the hearth.
Our own folks dwell beyond the horizon,
Your forebearers showering love along your path.
Little did they know, the anguish, the plight.
Of a vastly unified clan under one roof.
My young mother, bearing the brunt of all fight,
Prey of the kin’s many a reproof.
Adolescence bloomed, deepened my worldly wisdom,
Dadi, the Matriarch, would breathe rebuke down mother’s neck.
Until that day, I battled her fiercely on her fiefdom,
Unleashing my bottled anger, turning her into a startled wreck.
Triumphant, I banged the door at the matron,
I had risen for the woman who gave me life.
The day’s end but welcomed me with news unkind,
Dadi had breathed her last, drawing curtains on all strife.
Years have drifted like falling autumn leaves,
Her memories have faded with the lull of time.
Mother holds no grudge, forgiving brings peace, she believes,
Why does my heart ache then, why does remorse chime?
In life’s dusk, whispers of doubt and fear drowned her,
And I had broken her heart for a momental glory.
She had loved me deep, but I burn with endless regret,
That between our interlude, still hung my Unsaid “SORRY.”
