Tanya Woodard


' I'm Sorry '


Oh, dear daughter,
I'm sorry that I hurt you,
I'm sorry that I was not there,
I'm sorry for the way things are,
I'm sorry that you didn't think I cared.
Maybe one day the pain will ease and
being unforgiving will cease, until then
my dear daughter
I'm sorry.

Submitted: Thursday, January 04, 2007
Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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  • Tracee Carrico (2/25/2008 3:02:00 AM)

    This is the very first time in my entire life I have ever felt exactly the way this poem reads. It is very humbling. I never would wish that feeling of dispair on any mother as I caused a mess and for that I AM Sorry. I Love You Mariah With my Heart And full being. Please Forgive Mommy.Please (Report) Reply

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