#poetry
Poem: Parents Die
I've heard that when you turn around fifty
our parents start dropping off
I'm forty-seven
So three more years
I'm on good terms with my mum at the moment
things took a turna year or so ago
and we had a falling out
but whatever problems I had with her
she has either made the effort to do better
or I'm letting mum be
I don't really know how I stand with my dad
whether he's angry at me or not
probably not
I don't know whether he'd like ore time with me
I would, but I really don't know how to be closer to my old man
I have a feeling I'm going to regret not trying harder
if I don't take a more active role in spending that time
they live a half hour away and I see them every week or two
sometime just mum because dad is up the coast with my sisters
but theres no depth to the conversation with dad
I really don't think he wants or knows how to talk in such a way
maybe that is not necessary
I usually have four or five question, him one or two, we can take a half hour car ride
in silence
that used to kill me
but it doesn't make me nervous anymore
generally we'll talk about a new building going up and what sort of buisiness it will be
I should try harder
I want them to know they are loved
because of my mental illness
the relationship
has been strained
at many stages
I will miss them
once they are gone
I do not want to have regrets
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Published 10-2-2026
Written on https://freewriter.app