6-6-09 Confusion
Scottie Allman © 2009

The phone rings
Out of the blue
With a voice from the past
Bringing more confusion into this life.

What was the purpose
Behind the call?
When so much time has gone by
Without the acceptance
Of the important things in my life.
You couldn’t welcome my sons or my wife.

A tense meeting in a neutral place
Trying to mend years of hurt
Over coffee in a crowded restaurant.
A new beginning
Or more of the old?

Not to accept my wife or sons
Hurt me all the way
To my core
To reject them
Was rejecting me
I wonder now if you could ever see?

Now I wonder everyday
Where do I go from here?
With so much on my plate
The call that night
Was an added weight
That won’t go away
With one short day
When a mother’s love
Still couldn’t shine through.