I don't remember sleeping late on a lazy Sunday morn.
I don't remember quiet dinners with candle light and wine,
Or getting up and ready for work and making it there on time.
I don't remember summer days just lounging on the beach,
And those memories of a girls night out are somehow out of reach.
I don't remember long warm baths with bubbles or a book,
Or my favourite TV programme or movie worth a look.
I can't remember all those things I spent time on yesterday,
And I can't remember life being any other way.
As I lay her down at night, and kiss this little girl,
I can't remember so much happiness, love and joy in my world!
1 comment:
This is for you, lovely mother of Chaya. "Sleep, what Sleep" That word should be removed from your vocabulary!
This is a job "from womb to Tomb" but what a lovely job. We never realise that babies are ours on loan and then they grow up and go to their wives or husbands...but we love them still. Its a wonderful unconditional love and I know Chaya is so lucky having you as her Mum.
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