Spend the Time!

I read this poem over at Larger Family Life. What a reminder! It almost brought tears to my eyes, especially in light of one of the posts I wrote on facebook tonight: "While I'd rather be stitching, Troubles is insisting that we learn everything possible about spiders THIS VERY MINUTE!"

To My Grown Up 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 fun

I’d say: "A little later, son."

I’d tuck you in all safe at night

and hear your prayers, turn out the lights,

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 to.

Debra Barone