bitter dregs

bitter dregs
dark clouds gather
a woman gazes at her son
lost in memories
lost in grief
he never disappointed her
he never let her down
yet deep despair is hers
at the end
at the end

he made water into wine
at her request
the best wine
everybody said so
and now he is offered sour wine
why something so bitter
is that what he deserves
he said that he would not drink wine
until he did so in his father’s house
forgive them
they do not know that this vinegar
is offered to one they should toast
and will in the end
in the end
in the end

Liz McFadzean