Saturday, March 13, 2010

A newspaper clipping from mom

I found it as a news paper clipping that mom had in one of her many baskets of clippings.

To My Grown-Up Son

May hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games yo asked me to
I didn't have much time for you
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say:"A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past...
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear...
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, are now still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

The funny thing is it was always me that thought I didn't spend enough time with her. So for those of you with young kids, enjoy and don't forget they grow up fast.

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