Coulda, Shoula, Woulda.

note: For my grandmother who passed away. Now both of my grandmothers have passed on.

I could have gone sooner
I could have sacrificed a day or two
I could have taken the time
A sieve is what I let opportunity slip through

I should have called more
I should have made an effort
I should have done more
Perhaps it might have changed how much you suffered

I would have known your illness was worse than first believed
I would have heard in your voice that you were only hiding the pain
I would have thought to be at your side telling the jokes you’d happily receive
My just being there always seemed to make your day

I could have adapted. You’d feel right as rain
I should have overdosed you in ridiculous amounts of sugary rhetoric
I would have been able to make a significant difference in your final days
Coulda,...Shoulda,...Woulda....

I lay these roses imbued with all I feel for you grandma
Accept it please and my apology for not being more than what I am.

I’m sorry Grandma.



Douglas S. Williams