Apologies Unwarranted

TV blaring, screaming about the latest shooting, robbery or fire

Bad news all around

the lines on your face grow deeper,

weary,

tired

steeling your blazing blue eyes,

you look at me

mouth moving with effort

to produce sound

an apology.

“I’m sorry I was a bad father”

anguish carves lines deep into your face

years of absence

missed birthdays

bedtime stories

lazy sundays

first steps

first words

all in the name of an

oath to “protect and serve”

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