She deserves.

I thought I'd get through today
And I suppose I fully did.
It's just the level of tiredness,
And the fact, in the kitchen I'm hid.
I can't pull my body off this plush chair,
Am just calling instructions to feign,
An interest in what she is doing,
Before I have to get going again.
I love that she seems to be improving.
I'm desperate for sleep in the night.
I hate when she wakes up crying,
The struggled breathing, is all that is fright.
I really thought I'd do today better.
This mornings coffee sold me a tale,
But I'm going to cling on for the next few hours.
She deserves someone who doesn't fail.