My biggest regret

This is one of my favourite pictures that I have of Mother. Judging from the row of roses behind her, this picture could have been taken before I got married in 1975. That would mean Mother would have been about 62. Looking back, I really really wish I had been a better daughter to her.  Hurting her so badly remains my biggest regret in life.

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.

 - The Song Of The Old Mother by William Butler Yeats