There once was a girl

Who accidentally let the cat out
And she told her mom

That Fluffy got away.


“I’m sorry,” she said.
And her mom kissed her cheek

And told her it was okay.

There once was a wife

Who burned Easter dinner
And her husband shook his head

And threw it all away.


“I’m sorry,” she said.
But he was already gone

The door shutting behind him.

There once was a teenager

Who took her girlfriend home
And her mom patted her shoulder

And told her it was just a phase.


“I’m sorry,” she said.
And her dad gave her a hug

And said she’d grow out of it.

There once was an old woman

Whose hands were shaking
Too much to do the laundry

Or wash the dishes.


“I’m sorry,” she said.
And her husband wore dirty clothes

And ate off paper plates.

There once was a lady

Who was madly in love
With a wonderful man

Who taught her that sorry


Lost meaning each time it was said.
She smiled and nodded

And never had cause to say it again.

There once was a dying widow

Who was brought food in bed
And her laundry was done for her

And folded in her drawers.


“I’m sorry,” she whispered
At the end of the day

And no one was there to hear.