My apologies

I step out of the house and immediately

want to apologize for my hair.

I drive and whisper “sorry” to passing birds.

My kids probably think I am a basket case;

I am sorry for that too.

I say sorry to the doctor and dentist

for my lack of self-care.

I use the word sorry when I am confused or

angry or tired or clumsy.

I apologize profusely in my prayers

for being a sub-level human.

I apologize to myself for things I will not

put into print. But I know what they are.