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Nightingale

by  joanie

Posted: Friday, July 30, 2004
Word Count: 55
Summary: Nothing personal, just an observation.




I worked to buy her DVDs,
designer clothes,
expensive things.

I took a pride in all the hours
I spent at work,
was arrogant
despite the guilt it brings.

And now, too late, I realise
that all my time
was precious, not
for monetary reasons,
but because my daughter sings.

.... and I never listened.