To my grown up child
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My hands were busy throughout 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 had wash your cloths, I had sew & cook
But when you had bring your picture book
And ask me, please to share your fun,
I had say, ‘A little later Son’.
I had tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tiptoe softly to the door
I wish I had stayed a minute more
For life is short and years rush past
A little boy grows up so fast
No longer he is 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 yester year.
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
I didn’t have much time to play
The little games you asked me to
I didn’t have much time for you.
I had wash your cloths, I had sew & cook
But when you had bring your picture book
And ask me, please to share your fun,
I had say, ‘A little later Son’.
I had tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tiptoe softly to the door
I wish I had stayed a minute more
For life is short and years rush past
A little boy grows up so fast
No longer he is 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 yester year.
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
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