I Love To Watch Them Sleeping.
Eyes closed to early morning hours that surround me,
as sleep pours over them I am humbled by what I see,
eight hours of back breaking work and overtime that weakens me to the bone
six days a week and on the seventh I can't get back the time I missed at home,
a wife who believes she has it all and tells me how much I'm missed in a kiss,
only moments to share our day I'm sure having it all isn't this,
a son eager to spread his wings and sore to make me proud,
a young man I see who lives life who is happy and a bit to loud,
a daughter who lights up every time she sees me,
how grown up she's is, daddy's girl is who she loves to be,
as I take a deep breath and ready myself for the day at hand,
I take a moment to thank God for them and for making me a man,
a stretch, a roll of my shoulders I know why I am this way,
I'm blessed and for this I will make it through this day,
for he(son) grounded me she(wife) found me and she(daughter) set my heart free,
it's not easy being me but I wouldn't change a thing their love made me.
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