I look at you with pity in my heart
Not pity for you but pity
for me,
Whilst you grow up into a lovely lady,
I'm at work
putting a roof over your head,
Food on the table, clothes on
your back.
I'm missing all the fun things, I know you do,
And that makes
your daddy very blue,
I'm not watching you learn to read or
draw,
I'm not seeing all your tears and tries,
I don't even
hear all your laughs.
Oh, this world is such a cruel place,
A place where parents
work nine to five,
Where somebody else gets to see you grow,
And
by the time I get home every day,
Tiredness just hides these
moments from my eyes.
The teachers, the child minders and many others
Are the very
lucky ones,
To see a special child like you,
Become a
lovely girl, a sweet young lady,
And your dad and mum have to
work to stay alive.
Posted: 2007-06-22 09:19:47