No.1 mistake

I cannot pretend that when you came to me
and told me your grandmother lay dying,
without knowing who you were, I was not
smiling pleased, whilst sideways wishing her a deep sleep.
An escape from her pain but a hammers blow to you.
Like your fists on me, the first boy to catch me,
snatch me like a hawk seeking a vulnerable prey.
Your apologies and utterings of regret meant happiness,
I hope you are consumed by it
and I hope it causes you enough pain
that you never treat anybody that way again.
We are supposed to learn,
from our parents mistakes.

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