Dear parents,
I forgive you my life,
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,
I see still the remains of sunlight.
It was not the bone buckled;
You gave me enough food
To renew myself.
It was the mind's weight
Kept me bent, as I grew tall.
It was not your fault.
What should have gone on,
Arrow aimed from a tried bow
At a tried target, has turned back,
Wounding itself
With questions you had not asked.
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Comments1"Sorry" by R. S. Thomas really moved me. It beautifully portrays the complexities and intricacies of parent-child relationships. The use of vivid imagery and poignant metaphors, along with Thomas's introspection, is quite striking. His works are certainly thought-provoking and resonate long after you're done reading. This poem is a compelling blend of forgiveness, understanding, and self-reflection.