I love the way my daughter’s face lights up
When I walk into the room
After a long day of being away.
I can see she has missed me
Just as much as I’ve missed her
But then again,
I miss the days of
Being able to drop my things
As I walk into the door.
Oh, how a child can change your life
It’s beautiful and enriching
And I wouldn’t change a thing,
But sometimes I miss all the times
I used to be able to
Invest into myself.
My happiness matters too,
But somehow I have fallen to the back
I am put on hold,
Because she will always matter more to me
Than even myself
I will give and give and give
Before I ever allow someone
The opportunity to question
Who I care about more
Because it will always be her.
It will always be her.