Do you know the author of this poem
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 clean and cook,but when you'd bring your picture book, and ask me please to share your fun, I'd say,m "A little later son "
I'd tuck you in all safe at night, and hear y9our prayers, the turn out the light, 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 aren't any games to play,No goodnioght 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.
2007-03-08
10:05:17
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