"Lying" (a poem)

If I told you I'd been faithful,
that wouldn't be the truth.
I had a brief liaison,
with my secretary, Ruth.
I also took some money,
from your dying mother's purse,
but now my body's failing,
I need you to be my nurse.
So please forgive my sinning,
(I've been selfish since my birth),
and love me like a Mother would,
until I leave this earth.

RC 25-2-26