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The Single Parent
Start the coffee first thing in the morning I wake up quickly without a warning My little one sleeps, a bump on a log She always wakes up her head in a fog There are so many things still left to do Combing her hair while I'm finding that shoe For breakfast today, I warm cream of wheat Then race to the car and buckle her seat Later we decide what dinner to cook I vacuum the floor, she finds a good book She can't understand why I have no spouse At times, she feels all alone in the house But for my daughter, I'll always be there I comfort her with, "I'm going nowhere." Before bed she asks for time to cuddle When in my arms her life's not a muddle This isn't the life we had in our dreams What ever will happen to us it seems There'll never be a day where I feel sad Ever I hear the words, "I love you, Dad."