You mean the world to me

I don’t write down the words you say
I can’t remember what you did yesterday
I don’t have a lock of hair stashed away
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not measure every inch you grow
Or have kept every one of your Babygros
My feelings for you I may not always show
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not do crafts or help you make cakes
Swimming or yoga – you I do not take
My smiles can sometimes be a bit fake
Yet you mean the world to me

I haven’t written about every day
Or when you walked, or toys you play
Sometimes I want you to just go away
Yet you mean the world to me

I don’t catalogue your life so far
I’ve forgotten much, it’s a bit of a blur
To tell the truth it’s been quite hard
Yet you mean the world to me

I can’t sew or make fancy dress
The house is almost certainly a mess
You aren’t coordinated when you’re dressed
Yet you mean the world to me

I think of you before I sleep
Sometimes for you, a tear I weep
My heart’s forever yours to keep
Because you mean the world to me

17 thoughts on “You mean the world to me

  1. suzanne3childrenandit

    What a lovely post. I’m exactly the same and beat myself up about it constantly…..but love is most certainly the best thing we can give our children. Who needs cakes and fancy dress?!

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  2. Jenny

    Amazing! I love this and so heartfelt. And you are so right non of that stuff materials as long as she means the world to you and she does and that’s all she will ever really need! your love! Perfectly written my lovely. #prose4t

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  3. Laura Petit-moi

    That really is beautiful – It’s not the things that we do that matter, it’s the way that we feel and the love we try to show and you’ve captured that so nicely

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