You were my golden girl,
So fair, so slight,
I loved you so.
The bright star of my later years,
My second chance, my redemption.
Your beautiful skin,
Warm, golden, freckled,
A web, a network of suffering,
A map of your unhappiness;
Each laceration a witness,
A testament to life's casual cruelty.
I see my failures etched in your skin.
My inadequacies crowd in;
Intolerance, short temper,
I can’t call back the words or heal the wounds.
You carry the badge of my shortcomings,
My negligence, written on your skin
For all time.
And the wonder, the miracle,
Is that you forgive me.
No words of blame, just your love,
Given as ever, without measure.