Written by me almost seven years ago, after separating from my husband and feeling very alone with the parenting of our two daughters.
As you lay there in your bed, the thoughts run through my head
Were they right, were they wrong, all the things that were said
Tucked up under your quilt… Uh oh, here comes the guilt
My little angel, my beauty…
You're so much more than just my duty…
You're my reason for being, for playing, for baking
You are in fact my reason for waking
No pay, no promotion
Just a huge dollop of emotion
But strong I must be and tall I must stand…
When things haven't quite gone according to plan
It gets harder and harder to storm the weather...
And it doesn't take long to reach the end of my tether!
Add in the whirlwind, the little 'tornado'
I find myself praying, please not the playdough!
It’s not the washing, the cooking, the cleaning - of course this is endless
It’s the loneliness that is so relentless!
Somehow there's strength to just ‘keep going', ‘keep going'
Because the love in my heart is there still glowing
So on I go day after day
Providing the love, the fun and the cuddles..
The playing, the baking, the jumping in puddles
Doing my best, I hope and I pray…
That they were right not wrong, all the things that were said
As I lie in my bed, thoughts run through my head…
Of the fun that we had, the love that was shared
There is nothing that can quite be compared…
To the memories we've made and things we've created
The games that we've played and the views we've debated
Now time to rest, to stop getting in a muddle…
Before my reason for being wakes me up with a cuddle ❤
Written by Eva Lydon - September 2017 
Love this!
Beautiful 💖 I love that you saw how good this was! It took me 4 years of writing poetry to recognise that I was a poetry writer!