When your all alone, because a baby is to serious
At the end of the day, you have the love of your life with you already.
It's not your job to make him stay, he will do him anyway
Your job, your life your love, is your child
When he's not around, that doesn't mean your baby isn't loved
When he doesn't pay, but you child has everything she needs
When he doesn't visit, but your child has so much love from family and friends
When he doesn't always remember her birthday or call, but she had a damn good day anyway
At the end of it all, you realise all the money,
all the time,
all the diapers,
the frustration,
the stress
is all worth more then he will ever no, when she smiles.
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A refined poetic imagination, Priscilla Stalker. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.