The Good Son
If God had come to me and said,
if you are willing to forget yourself,
you will find the cure for heart attacks and compose
the greatest symphonies,
I wouldn’t have been sure of my answer.
Because there wouldn’t have been enough
attention to my suffering. And that’s unforgivable.
But I keep on forgiving myself
with God’s love. And it’s strange I should say this
because my mother died of a heart attack
after months in a hospital room full of a silence
that lodged itself like a stone in her throat.
And she thought I was wonderful
and would do anything for her.