To My Grown-Up Sons
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, 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 more 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 might go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
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Ah, Judy, you made me cry, darn you!
My baby boy is already growing so fast... (sigh).
That was good, like the 70's song, "Cat and the Fiddle." Here's one I've long liked, called "Song to a Fifth Child." Makes you wonder if the author had an awakening after her fifth. Powerful...
http://www.everyday-miracles.com/inspirations/SongForFifthChild.htm
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