Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I’m Sorry – So Sorry

Poor Spot’s in trouble! Since he’s just a pup,
There lies the newspaper all torn up!
He cannot talk, though hard he tries,
So he speaks to us with his big, sad eyes.

“I’m sorry I did it! But now that I’ve said it,
How could I know you hadn’t read it?
It was here on the lawn, and I had such fun
Tearing each page apart, one by one.
Why all the fuss? I’m sorry, I said.
Wouldn’t yesterday’s paper do instead?”

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my new blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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