I'm sorry that I'm sorry

I was eight when my dad walked out
and my mom fell to the floor in tears.
I laid next to her and muttered a simple word.
She lifted her head, her eyes brightened
and a smile overcame her face
and though she reassured me that it wasn't my fault
I was sure it was since my words brought her comfort.
Ever since then I have been
repeating that word like a
broken record that was just never replaced
and though I understand I'm wearing out my "I'm sorry's"
like my dignity is on sale and my pride is on clearance,
I just hope you know that every time I say that simple word
to you I do it in hopes to fix every wrong
that has ever been done to you in your life.
That I hope to see that glimmer in your eyes
like I saw in my moms,
that dash of light,
just hope you know that
I want to be the reason for your comfort...