Walking the path

Bonnie, artistic wench that she is, provided an excellent prompt.

With whom would I walk down the path in her photo?

My mother

There is so much she told me
I did not listen
or have forgotten
There was so much unsaid,
Which was understood.
So much said,
that was misunderstood.
There is so much to apologize for.
So much I tried to do.
I could not.
She would not.

Leave the baggage
Leave the garbage
Aside the path
The burdens weigh you down
Prevent you from moving forward.

Open your arms;
Open your heart.
I know, now,
All is forgiven.