To My Grown-up Son |
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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, and 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 children’s games to play, | |
No good night 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. | |
— Alice E. Chase | |
From: “The Poems of Alice E. Chase“ | |
[Today, my son James is getting married! One minute you’re holding a baby in your hands and thinking: “Wow! I’ve got a son!” and the next, he’s a grown man. God is great and life is amazingly short! — KMAB] | |
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On This Day In: | |
2014 | Ssshhush, You Are Not Alone |
2013 | So I Chose Living… |
2012 | For However Short A Time… |
2011 | Take A Deep Breath And Continue (Or Not) |
2010 | Tootsie-Roll Day |
Archive for November 14th, 2015
To James (and ‘Tasha)
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