Regret

Never good enough for their precious boy
I smoked, wore trousers,
drank the occasional half of shandy
against their teetotal rules.
The wrong religion, I was obliged to change.
For twenty years of marriage the underdog
not good enough a mother
for their precious grandchildren.

Circumstances change.
After the divorce a letter of apology came.
All my resentment evaporated too late
for the friendship that could have saved the day.

At dVerse  Poetry Pub Kelly asks us to write a poem of forgiveness to someone from the past who is no longer here.  Mine is a bit mixed up.  Also linked at Octpowrimo day 28