The Time I Wasted When I Could Have Been Cuddling You
Time, you can’t get it back.
And I look back and see all that I’ve wasted.
You’ve grown so quickly,
I’ve been preoccupied.
Regret seeps in from me not
putting it all down
and picking you up in my arms.
That time I didn’t play with you
when you asked me to.
Or when you cried and asked for help,
I turned my back,
frustrated because, maybe,
I’m just not good at parenting.
Am I doing the best I can?
Can I do more?
Yes, I know I can.
But the dishes need done
and dinner has to be prepared.
And my phone has to be stared at
while I scroll through something
I won’t even remember in 10 years.
But you will remember
what I didn’t do.