Wrong Wounds

One night in my life changed my world.
One night, I saw my Mum
And realised all the hurt I'd caused.
I saw just what I'd done.

Catherine, and Katie saw me too.
Catherine, she found her there,
And Tia, my poor daughter saw
My Mum, in her armchair.

That night, it changed me, but my husband
Wouldn't let me grieve.
He felt after an hour had passed,
That I should up, and leave.

As if my life would carry on,
The way it always had.
But things became so different then,
And for that, I am glad.

It wasn't until you were gone
I realised how you felt.
You put up with him just coz I'm
Your daughter. What you meant

Was just to love me. And you did.
Sometimes, I was so cruel.
I treated you with disrespect,
That added to the fuel

And you thought I had problems
But I just could not admit
That what you had was love for me.
That's all there was to it.

You loved my daughters, and my son.
You loved me, and my brother.
Even though I threw such hurt at you,
You loved me like no other.

I thank you for the years you gave.
My mum, you're missed forever.
I'm sorry, but now you can see
That we were just together

Because I needed to feel loved.
You loved in your own way,
But I had needed to feel it
In some other, strange way.

And now, I feel like I've missed out
On what we could have had,
But you have shown me other paths,
So I mustn't feel bad,

For now that you have left this world,
You've guided me along.
And I know now you'll help me heal
The wounds I got so wrong.