Let me tell you Mom..

In trying to keep work and home in order

In crossing t’s and dotting i’s, I did not bother

To see how my child felt, until one day

I realized he was upset, and to my dismay

Distant he seemed, not willing to talk to me

I would either interrupt him or be interrupted repeatedly-

Or so he thought, and with a jolt I realized

As painful as it was, I should not have been surprised

In our lives full of work, school, sports activities and more

We go from one commitment to another, never keeping score

Of time spent with distractions none

That seems to happen only on rare occasions

In trying to multitask my way through busy days

In trying to be attentive to tasks and adults in myriad ways

The one person I forget to prioritize in my attention

Is my precious child, to whom I forget to listen

As a wake-up call I realized that I tune him out

Ask him to rush his narrative, interrupt him often, without a doubt

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My son, here is my sincere apology to you,

I am guilty as charged; you must feel listened to

I resolve to listen to what you have to say

Without interruption, even if time is short that day

No matter what I can or cannot provide for you

My ears should always be ready for you..