Regrets

As I experience

These last days

Of childhood

With my youngest

I reflect

On all these moments

I missed

With the older two

As I tended

To the baby

His needs

His growth

His learning

As they

With one foot in childhood

And the other in the adult world

Stepped away

Without me noticing

Until one day

I looked up

And Abacus was a man

And Samurai was a woman

And all the child was left behind

In my box of memories

I regret that

Lack of attention

As surely

They felt ignored

I’m sorry.