To my boys ....

I am sorry ...

For having a tear permanently poised to fall,
For not being there to be your all.

I am sorry ...

For not always anticipating your needs,

For always seemingly being on my knees.

I am sorry ...

For not being the person you have grown to love,

For I am struggling knowing who that is, no longer your morning dove.

You are my sons ... my life ... and now my all.

I am sorry that I cannot at this time be your life and your all.

For now I need to be who I am, so that tomorrow I can be who you need me to be.