On apologies, all apologies

National Poetry Month, Day 3

I almost called this Motherhood/Sisterhood/Friendhood/Daughterhood/Womanhood, because I feel like we apologize so much of the time, it’s basically a reflex. Whenever my two year old says, “I’m sorry,” for no discernible reason, I always ask her why. I probably should ask myself the same. Anyway. Last night I accidentally turned off this light with a pink bulb that my daughter likes, and when she protested, this is what I said. It stuck with me.

Like I wrote yesterday, this National Poetry Month writing every day and posting thing involves posting things that suck. Which this kind of does. But you have to start somewhere, and one line is better than none. And this is actually two.