Lost Opportunity
and I sigh 
For all the times 
my mother washed 
and I did not want to help her, 
but I had to. 
I sigh for
those moments 
I wished to be elsewhere. 
I sigh for
those moments 
I could have spent with her
in bliss. 
But, at least we were together. 
I did not understand 
the enormity of those
moments 
as she
instructed me 
in the ways of the world, 
and the code to live by 
floating in the air 
like bubbles of soap. 
Marsha Salerno
1991
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