I saw this great poem on another blog and had to repeat it because there are times when I feel just like this…after cooking dinner, and cleaning up after dinner, and giving baths, etc. I am sooo tired! I sometimes find myself saying these exact words, and like the author end up sneaking back into their rooms at night when they’re sleeping to hug and kiss them one more time, promising that tomorrow the dishes can wait so we can play one more game of hide and seek. I will NOT wait until they’re grown to realize I should’ve spent every minute I could with them.
To My Grown-Up Son or Daughter
by Alice E. Chase
My hands were busy through the day,
I didn’t have much time to play
The little games you 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, hon.”
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, and 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 children’s games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I could go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.
ugh! Can someone please give me a box of tissues?? anybody?
