Husband Sorry Poems | Examples
These Husband Sorry poems are examples of Sorry poems about Husband. These are the best examples of Sorry Husband poems written by international poets.
I’m sorry to say
red cardinals don’t live
in the evergreen state
unless a migration
has lost its way.
My husband was not lost
when he came to Washington,
he never missed North Carolina,
except for those red birds~
Sadly, I’ve never seen one.
So sorry I’m late, honey … I was busy barring the unforeseen
I want a malted milk.
Would it be mean to wake up my husband?
He could also make me a little ham and cheese omelet.
He cooks better than I ever did.
I debate for a few minutes.
Knowing it is a mean thing to do.
But wanting that malted milk.
I have tried to make them, mine are flat.
His are sweet and rich.
I begin making a bunch of noise in the kitchen.
Patter. Patter. Here he comes with the dogs.
Oh, sorry, I lie. Did I wake you?
What do you want? He asks. Coffee?
He makes better coffee than I do too.
Watermelon dreams
Weigh heavily on her
What happened to their garden?
What happened to their seed?
She was going to be someone rich and famous
Accomplished, learned.
Special, adored, revered.
Well loved by the masses.
Watermelon dreams.
Too heavy, became a burden
Seemed to be unattainable.
She became overwhelmed.
They alarmed her, unarmed her.
She felt stymied, confused, destroyed.
The stepping stones which used to seem plausible
Became burdensome.
Watermelon dreams.
She wishes she had replaced them long ago
With strawberry dreams,
Sweet, unpretentious, attainable dreams.
Succulent, fragrant, tasty dreams.
Maybe a husband, family
She saw herself with a cat and a pony.
Was it too late at seventy-two? She did not know.
For years she did nothing, knowing her husband abused the kids;
For fear that he’d turn on her, from his devious ways she always hid.
She tried to make it up to them by making life fun when he was gone,
But their spirits were too damaged; his shadow was too long.
She watched her children suffer through decisions she had made;
Turning a blind eye to the abuse is the hand that she had played.
She didn’t have the courage to make this monster stop;
She wanted to be stronger but, unfortunately, she was not.
She finally had to do something; she couldn’t take it anymore;
“Sorry” was the only word on the suicide note left on the floor.
His food was ready to be served without hesitating
His bath was drawn and his slippers laid out
I went out of my way preparing for him all day
"BUT" when arrived to my "SUPRISE"
He came home as a Monster instead
The gentleness I once knew was left on his job
He walked in the door threw things on the floor
"SLAMMED THE DOOR"
Looked at me strange as if he didn't know my name
ATE and went fast to SLEEP!
I was upset but I didn't complain
"BECAUSE" I had done all I could
I had set a place for a KING and a Monster came home instead!