Why is it so hard

to apologize?

to acknowledge guilt?

To satisfy the hunger

in another soul’s need to know

that you regret,

being human,

and subject to

a human fraility.

My father never apologized.

My mother would get

a box of candy,

or a new vacuum cleaner

when he knew he’d been wrong.

That was as close as he ever got

to admitting he was sorry.

My ex-husband never apologized either.

But I never got a box of candy

or a new vacuum cleaner.

His sons nod their heads

and sagely say

“He never said he’s sorry”


Sandra Lee Smith

Undated poem, around 2009

Updated October 5, 2018

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