Nightingale
by joanie
Posted: Friday, July 30, 2004 Word Count: 55 Summary: Nothing personal, just an observation. |
I worked to buy her DVDs,
designer clothes,
expensive things.
I took a pride in all the hours
I spent at work,
was arrogant
despite the guilt it brings.
And now, too late, I realise
that all my time
was precious, not
for monetary reasons,
but because my daughter sings.
.... and I never listened.
designer clothes,
expensive things.
I took a pride in all the hours
I spent at work,
was arrogant
despite the guilt it brings.
And now, too late, I realise
that all my time
was precious, not
for monetary reasons,
but because my daughter sings.
.... and I never listened.