Apology (20/30)

The prompt for day 20 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family...this is what I came up with...



On a quiet Sunday

thirty two years later,

a voice emanating from

your grave spoke;



it apologized for slitting

the throat of my childhood

and leaving me in a time of

need.



It asked me if I remembered

the laugh we shared when

I took apart the television;

it said it spoke to my mother

often;



it said it was proud of me.







© 2014 abruvanamedsly




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