I remember driving home'�
It was late
I was tired
And I was bitchy
And I was getting itchy

Because I didn't get to see my daughters that day
Because mommy was too busy engaging
In corporate decay
And going to school and having dinner
From a cheese tray

Instead of going to play
With them
And it's sad'� because they don't understand
That this, this is just temporary
This isn't permanent
This necessary but meaningless way
One day'� Girls, I promise you
It will be different
Mommy will come home early
And we'll play with dolls
And call them Shirley
And we'll finger paint & make it all swirly
And we can brush our teeth
AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT
And make them pearly.

But just not now, my girlies
Mommy has to work
So come here and give me a kiss
But know that I would rather stay with you
Than to have to do this'�
Come here; look me in the eyes
And remind me of all that I am going to miss
As I embark on my day
Of incredible decay
A soul-killing display
Of marketing dismay

And some mornings
I find it really hard to leave
I hide my face behind my sleeve
So they don't have to see me grieve
And I get in my car and drive to corporate hell
With tears in my eyes as they wave to me
And I blow kisses at them
Through the window
And bid them a reluctant farewell

Oh'� how swell
I get to work and now I am a shell
A shell of a human being who has to pretend that I am well
A shell of a human being who has to listen to 50 cent words
And wash them down with rules & 'best practices'�
And 'hey - why don't we white board this'�

This G.P. Slathered plastic abyss'�
This uninspiring life that I want to dismiss
Because all I really want
Is a simple kiss
From my girls
And to dance in the living room
And get dizzy doing twirls

But not now baby,
Not today
Mama has to leave and go away
To seize the day
And bring home the pay
That will allow you to realize YOUR dreams one day

But girls, I promise you
That when you start school
I will be the one to walk you there
And I will be the one to brush your hair
And to watch you in absolute awe
As you pick out your own clothes to wear
My babies'� I swear
I WILL BE THERE!

And while you're at school
I will sip coffee and write
About all the things i've had to fight
My pen will give me sight
And allow me to take flight
With these wings that will soon ignite,
My soul
As I do what I've always wanted to do
What I feel I am meant to do
And WRITE
Because that is what's right

And you
You will be my guiding light
And I will kiss you goodnight
EVERY night
And girls, I promise you
That everything is going to be alright

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