The dishes are still in the sink.
Dirty laundry is piled up high.
Somehow the entire day,
Seemed to just fly by.
I made a "to-do" list.
I meant to follow through.
But there were other tasks,
That needed attention too.
Like cheering on my daughter,
As she took first steps into my arms,
Making sure she stayed safe,
From potential harms.
Cuddling on the couch,
And reading a favourite story.
Helping her explore the world,
And marvel at all its glory.
So the chores will have to wait.
They aren't that important anyway.
Because I was simply too busy,
Loving my child today.
by Sabrina A. Taylor
Somehow the entire day,
Seemed to just fly by.
I made a "to-do" list.
I meant to follow through.
But there were other tasks,
That needed attention too.
Like cheering on my daughter,
As she took first steps into my arms,
Making sure she stayed safe,
From potential harms.
Cuddling on the couch,
And reading a favourite story.
Helping her explore the world,
And marvel at all its glory.
So the chores will have to wait.
They aren't that important anyway.
Because I was simply too busy,
Loving my child today.
by Sabrina A. Taylor
I love this poem because I can relate to it. Jonathan will walk to me, pull my shirt and point to the direction of his toys, wanting me to play with him. If I tell him to give me a few minutes, he will give me the sad look or just whine about. So in the end I have to stop what I am doing immediately and attend to him.
