tear jerker

I have had this poem sense I was 14 it is a poem my Grandma sent my mom after my Uncle (her son) died.....it has always made me think..and I vowed to myself at that young age to always give my kids all I can while I can. I guess that is why it hurt to hear him say all I ever do is clean. This poem always makes me have a reality check.

To my son

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 fum

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 tip-toe 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 now are still

the days are long and hard to fill

I wish I could go back and do

The little things you asked me too.

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