Mom's lament

I'm sorry I've been pushing you away.
You're seeking attention from me and I act as if I don't have time for you, my son, my little one.
I keep thinking there are things are more important than you, that time is more important.
That's wrong, I'm wasting time, I'm losing time.

I am not being the best I can be; the best mom, the best wife, the best friend.
I look into your eyes and see nothing but pure love, why do I push that away or deem it unworthy of my time?

You're the best thing to have happened to me.
I need to bask and do the things you wish to do, even if I am tired, sad, depressed.

I'm missing out, wasting time. Precious time with you.