A working mom's distress
I bend down to kiss her rose petal cheeks and pick up my handbag and laptop on my way out to work
Thinking,
today her sunny smiles will light up someone else's day.
Her eyes and hands will animate her stories to someone else.
Someone else will wipe away her tears, hug and comfort her when things don't go well.
Someone else will beam and cheer her on when she magically does something today she didn't know how to the day before.
At night
when i come in
I will see her
being read to by someone else.
I will waft to the bathroom
And then to her room to give her a good night kiss before I have my dinner and sleep.
And I wonder
How is she mine or I hers ?
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