Letters to my daughter #2

~ Confessions of a working mother

If you knew how many times I kissed you in your sleep,

For missing out on your play time.

If you knew how many times I rubbed my cheeks against yours,

To make up for the calls of mama.

If you knew nothing and nobody stands before you,

In the eyes of your mama!

Would you then know that of all the things mama has to do,

Leaving you is the hardest one to do?