Wrong Choice

Posted on July 8, 2019 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 7th – “Take a Mulligan”
“At one time or another we think about how we would have done things a bit different than we did. A do-over! A replay. Taking a mulligan! Do something all over again with the results you had expected.”

Mom’s retirement party meant more
to her than I thought. Beautifully
dressed, smiling, she was surrounded
by coworkers, friends, and family
who loved her and wished her well–
all were present except her older daughter.
I was uptown from Mom’s party dealing
with a needy friend. How I wish
I could have that night back. Mom
was hurt and sad. I no longer have
contact with that friend because
I came to realize that I was
a sounding board to bounce her
numerous neurotic episodes off of.
In telephone conversations, she
never asked about me. In the end
I saw clearly that she was toxic, selfish.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Wrong Choice

  1. Amrit Sinha says:
    July 8, 2019 at 6:34 am

    We make wrong choices in life, but that’s how we grow and learn.

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  2. Kestril Trueseeker says:
    July 8, 2019 at 11:09 pm

    Oh ouch. Being played by someone you thought was a friend is horrible enough, but realizing there was collateral damage from their drama is pretty rotten. Thank goodness that one is out of your life.

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