She rubs her little eyes
She is so very tired
But its time to tell the lies
The tears roll down her cheeks
As I hold her close to my breast
I tell her Daddy loves her
As I lay her down for a rest
She asks when daddy's coming home
"I'm not sure" is my standard reply
For daddy has another life
That is why I have to lie
This is the "not so fun" part of being a parent. It breaks my heart every night when Miss R asks me when her daddy is coming home. Tonight it made me cry too.
This will get better. Keep being the great Mom that you are. It will get better.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very painful poem. How kids suffer!
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