REGRETS I see you everywhere Your face, your eyes, indelible Mother close, your spirit I feel you near but No second chances No conversation hear Too late for regrets. What to do? Falls on ears, invisible Words written unable to send. I have become a wild goat want to rant scream and shout You’re not here to comfort me Oh how I remember arms strong, secure the feel This lonely hackneyed journey on. Times alone My solitude precious and frustration incurable When I am troubled and inside hurt I pray again soon we will unite. TeAnne.....May 11, 1997 BACK