A BEAUTIFUL POEM

TO MY CHILD

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 SAFE AT NIGHT,

AND HEAR YOUR PRAYERS TURN OFF THE LIGHT

THEN TIP – TOE 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 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.