They said sorry was a word that could change the world
So you looked around you at the broken state of your house,
A leaking roof,
Your mothers eyes sunken from hunger,
Your fathers body drenched in heat,
A brothers car swallowed by dust and desertion

So you wonder,
Ask yourself if sorry could tape back this ruins,
Or if maybe it was you who never understood,

You remember the friend you once annoyed
And how sorry as a word then was a pen you bought,
Or the boy who’s sorry was a smile you gave.

Maybe I am sorry didn’t have to be a word,
Maybe the world it changed wasn’t just what was ahead of you,
Maybe it was your mother’s heart when you gave her a hug
Or your father’s smile when you made a fan out of paper,
Maybe truly sorry could change this world, if given as a gift it actually was

And if this poem must be anything, it is a way to say sorry too
To a mentor whose Happy world poetry day you ignored.

Amina Onyinoyi Ahuraka is a writer, in love with the stage. When she isn’t writing, she is probably eating or learning new ways to show people light through her words