A load of laundry needs to be folded
Dinner needs to be started, or at least thought of
The kids are in the backyard, dirty faces and grubby fingers...but happy. Good enough.
I was oh-so-busy, doing the jobs of at least 2
Dishwasher emptied, floor vacuumed
Homework done, bills paid, baby fed
And then I turned around and saw it
Your picture was there, one of many we have around
I pass it everyday, every hour
I like it there, your eyes get me through the day
I can hear the way you said it the last time I saw you
"Don't cry, baby. I love you...I'll be back. I'm proud of you."
But this time it makes me cry and I can't help it
I snatch the picture off the fridge and sink to the floor
holding it tight and crying as quietly as possible
I can hear you, see you, smell you...but you're not here
It's more than I can take in this moment
"MOM! What are you doing?" and I jump up and wipe the tears away
"Nothing baby, just looking for something I dropped! You hungry?"
Just another night.
2 comments:
thank you and all of those like you for the many sacrifices you make every day
I love you Bailey. I don't know how to help, but I am here if you need me. *HUGS*
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