As I was driving home yesterday
I thought that perhaps
if only
I should not have
given you such lavish gifts
as pain and suffering,
perhaps I should
take back my mistakes and misunderstanding,
if only I could.
I know perfect childhoods do exist
as do content adults,
but I do not know many close up.
They are not the tulips in my garden.
My wish is for you to see what blooms now.
I love you. Every day.