It wraps around, almost a hug
I stretch my arms up to the wall and lean forward
Each day is not so hard
Yet my body is telling me it is
I have not cried in months
I need too but can't
The warm shower helps me feel better for a few moments
Then i step out
As soon as the faucet is off
The familiar sound of my daughter's cries and footsteps are quickly at the door
Hardly a moment to myself
They stand outside the door chatting, whining, turning the knob
The love in my heart is so full
Yet my body is so worn
Stolen moments for myself, is a must
For there is high demand for when I return
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