Exhausted, famished, but feeling accomplished anyway
I returned home after a brutally busy workday
Still riding high on the wave of adrenaline
That had through the day my companion been
I felt exhilarated to have finished it all
At work, I felt more than ready to heed the call
Of domestic affairs, I was completely wired
To multitask like the superwomen I admire
I breezed through chores, promising my son
I would read to him, my day was not done
Except- in crossing all t’s and dotting all i’s
I had not noticed the drowsiness in his eyes
After completing my tasks, I found
It was too late for him to stay awake and stick around
For the precious few minutes he wanted to spend
With me- suddenly my productive day came to a rude end
How could I take pride in the work I had done
When I had neglected the innocent need of my son…
Guilt washed over me, I know nothing should be
More precious than time spent with family….
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Work is work, that never should encroach
On precious family time, I need to follow this approach
Tasks can be completed later, or left incomplete (within reason)
But I would always regret the moments missed with my son..
Passion...unbridled 