Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem-A-Day 003: Apology

Rub his nose in it
The advice from my dad,
old school and harsh
Kittens are like kids,
he said.
They have to learn
somehow.

A Monday evening’s
frustrations –
laundry,
homework,
bills, and that
one more thing
led to the moment
when I heeded
his words

And the kitten
looked as though
he deserved it,
like he understood

Kids would remember
Kids would hold a grudge
He didn’t.
But I remember
and I’m sorry.
Even though
he’d never
understand
that.

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