A working mom’s woes

Beautiful, you are to me.
Too beautiful, I fear to miss.
The hours apart, the nitty gritty.
The many first times, I wasn’t there to see.
A bubble bath,  a book we read.
A good night kiss marks the days of the week.
A loving cuddle, the speeding hours. Beautiful,  you are to me.
Too beautiful, I fear to miss.

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