Too Late
Too late . . .
runs through my brain
like a marching mantra.
I wonder why we didn't talk
those endless days and nights at your bedside.
There's so much you never told me.
And now I have questions
with no answers.
Too late . . .
Copyright 2008 Marianne McNamara


Comments: 14
Thank you for your sensitive comment.
Some of us believe we have an infinite amount of time - to spend with loved ones, to call old friends, to right a wrong. We think there will always be tomorrow. But I've learned that isn't true ... never take anyone or anything for granted. When my dad was dying, I realized that there were still so many things I wanted to talk to him about ... and it was too late.
Your father is watching over you and though you will not get concrete answers to concrete questions, it is quite possible to find a new kind of connection...