Good piece!
When life becomes bitter, one has usually become old enough to feel loneliness. The jug goes to water as long as it breaks. Is a saying here that I felt reminded of while reading. Your poem speaks to me of shattered relationships and human failings. I feel sorry for the old woman sitting there in the rocking chair, even though, it seems, she is still pointing her finger. At the end of a long life, such things often have little meaning and drama, greed, shame and guilt lose all their appeal. Old ones are sought home by the past when there is no one left in the present who doesn't care. ... But then, everyone needs to be forgiven...
It's normal for empathetic people to feel sorry for a terrible person. I liken it to pity.
Forgiveness is bittersweet for those of us who've lived a lifetime with bad apples.
I love your ability to perceptively and accurately interpret my words ❤️