![]() Ted is a former elementary teacher (also a naval officer, carpenter, advertising exec and copywriter) who started writing funny poems seriously about 20 years ago. Ted didn’t like poems as a kid growing up in Connecticut, because all the poems he found back then were about love, nature, and beauty, or about bratty little British kids, and not at all about his life and his concerns–which were mostly centered around sports and food. Ted Scheu (pronounced “shy”) is a children’s poet from Middlebury, Vermont who is often introduced as a 3rd or 4th grader stuck in a grown-up’s body. I mostly need to search and write, and search and write, and revise, and revise, and revise, until they finally reveal themselves. They are not there waiting patiently and excitedly for me. I like to think that words are lurking inside the tip of my pencil- waiting to burst out onto my page, just when I need them. Macmillan Children’s Books, UK. Reprinted by permission of the author. ![]() Go down the Fields to ‘Hay’- Emily Dickinson, ‘I’m Sorry for the Dead – Today’.Those silly words were hiding in my pencil all the while.Ĭopyright © 2004 Ted Scheu. This sincere apology that comes with tears from deep inside. So I hope that you listen and see it in my eyes, Like nothing else in my life gives me the thrill of being loved by you. I hope that you still know how much I love and cherish you, That is the last thing I ever wanted to do.Įven when I am trying to look out for you and do the right thing, I am sorry yet again for causing you pain. How much you being in my life means to me. I try so hard to hope that you always see Lucky for you, your special- someone was thereĮven though at times I do things that hurt. I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t care I’m sorry for not making everything rightīut the situation I was in, was very tight I’m sorry for all that’s been said and done I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through I’m sorry for the strong brave men, who shield the weak from harm,īut who, in their own troubled hours find no There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journeyĪnd I seem to see more pathos in poor human You’re trouble and worries are not what I soughtīut since I can’t, just want you to accept, Without ever having felt sorry for itself. I’m sorry for thinking of you so very muchĪ small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough I’m sorry for giving you sleepless nights I’m sorry because I can’t live without you There must be something wrong with my brain.įor everything between us to become alright Nor clutch my soul to give me new life-like you Where my love for you is so passionate and true If you do so, my heart will burst into thousand piecesĪnd without you my loneliness will take me to hellĪlways, there is a special place in my heart for you Then please forgive me and accept my sorry If you feel that I had hurt you by unpleasant words I felt sad when I show your tears rolling on your cheeks I should have kept my promises as I have told youīut I don’t know the reason why I did wrong to you I shall but love thee better after death.īeing neither white nor black? Langston Hughes Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose, With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath, ![]() In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ![]() How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. It’s been around for ages because it’s so perfect for so many ‘apology’ related reasons… ![]() The following poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is a well-known standard that has helped to mend many relationship fences. ![]()
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