what is the word

Sitting here trying to get some work done. Exhausted but happy from long weekend at home seeing family. I actually was getting work done but I am starting to feel tired & distracted.
My nephew is the perfect human being. He is very affectionate & often very naughty but always full of love & he wants everyone to be together all of the time.
Would you like to come back to New York with me? I asked him.
YES! he said. I want to go with Tia Kat & Mommy & Papi & Grampa & Gramma.
At the mall today he was hiding among the racks of clothes the way we did when we were little but he happened to be buried in a row of bright spotlessly white pants & he was very drooly & giggly & I didn't want him to make any stains so I was trying to get him out. While we were having this battle of wills (he was winning) & I was grabbing at his little arm he ducked away & hit his head hard on the metal rack.
I sucked in my breath, alarmed.
Antonio! I said. Are you ok?
He looked at me gravely without any tears. I'm ok, he said.
I eyed him for a second waiting to see if he still might cry but he didn't so we went back to battling our wills against each other's & wrangling in the racks.
On the bus back I watched a DVD on my laptop, which would have felt very modern except I was watching a Charlie Chaplin movie so it wasn't quite. I also read some of an old book of poems I found in the attic by William Carlos Williams. I got to "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" & the previous owner, maybe one of my parents, had marked it here:

What power has love but forgiveness?
In other words
by its intervention
what has been done
can be undone.
What good is it otherwise?

I can't make the spacing look right on Blogger but it is very beautiful all the same. It makes me wonder what old WCW needed to be forgiven for. Plums in the icebox, again?