It was so cold outside, I remember.
Dad was late from work, in mid December.
You spent all afternoon making the soup,
My sister and I were off in our rooms.
You called us for dinner as Dad walked in,
I sat at the table, making ungrateful comments.
Complaining and whining, the meal was; “cheap”,
How could we be filled on broth and grilled cheese?
I got up and left, never touching my plate,
Had I turned back around, I would’ve seen you never ate.
Years have now passed and I’m now a Mother;
Spent nights up late working for the bread and the butter.
Tired some evenings, aching to the bone,
Creating a meal for the children… alone.
Adding a little of this, a pinch of that,
Pulling a feast from out of my hat.
Telling myself, this is healthy and filling;
Then the children won’t eat it, said it’s “gross” or unappealing.
I find myself thinking of that night long ago,
What I said to my parents, now said by my own.
A lesson that took years to come back around,
Made me pick up the phone and share what I found.
Dear Mom and Dad, as a child I did not see;
You filled my dish, as yours went empty.
With love and grace,
I need to tell you, before it’s too late.
I know what it’s like now, I’ve walked in your shoes,
I ask your forgiveness, now I know the truth.
A VERY grateful daughter.