Daughter Sorry Poems | Examples
These Daughter Sorry poems are examples of Sorry poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Sorry Daughter poems written by international poets.
Hello honey
I’m here to tell you
Dad is drunk again
He lost his ‘bout
An hour ago and
by gawd
He’s an animal
In every sense
goddamn
Yet I want to assure you
He is ever so thankful
You got your heart to lend
With your beautiful existence :)
They came out of the storm in a fishing boat
A bear, elk, jokester monkey, pig and goat.
There was a push and goat went under the water.
Sorry! Yelled the elk, but now there’s room for my daughter.
She asked me for the impossible.
I have never worked with her daughter.
She wanted me to write her a recommendation letter.
Her daughter has the same training I do.
However, last year she quit three school jobs in the middle of the year.
It is simply not done
And neither is writing a recommendation letter for someone you do not know.
I had only met her daughter once six years ago
After the daughter threatened to kill herself.
I told her I was sorry I could not do it.
The request stopped.
The communication stopped.
I tried to call her again.
I have apparently been blocked.
It was a one-way friendship
I felt sad for about two days.
Then I got over it.
To Err Is Human
Would if I could, earn a spot
in the farthest part
of your bleeding heart
to bridge the gaping chasm
that for so long separated
and kept us apart.
What fate does the future holds
for a weary father growing weak and old;
while the whole story has yet to be told?
Through the prism of my aging tears,
rainbows color the present delight
radiating in the remaining waning years.
With a love that is pure and divine,
please forgive the painful err that was mine.
“You’ll be sorry when I’m dead.”
Truer words were never spoken
And the death and dieing breed
in fearsome promises oft broken.
“Why cry?” We said. “See, we are here.”
Your children mother, please stay.
“Do what I say and maybe dear
maybe, I'll stay.” But still she teared.
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
Her heart and ours were broken.
She'd run and hide and cry in bed.
Truer words were never spoken.
Seventy some odd years she had
Gone now, still I hear her say
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
As, I wipe my tears away.
*Profound saying, "You'll be sorry when I'm dead."