To my dearest little baby

You cried the first time I left you, instinct told me why

I wanted to take you home with me, instead I wiped your eyes

"I have to go to work now, I'll be back for you tonight"

To my tearful little angel, those words must seem like spite.

You're gone so many hours and my desk is piled high

I wish that I could see you and be there when you cry

By now you must be playing, by noon you'll take a nap,

when lunch time comes, I'll be praying that I can hold you on my lap.

If I could only see you, watch you when you play,

I need to know you're happy and safe throughout the day.

I miss so many moments when you're away from me,

like the crayons on your paper making pictures for memory