Love Poems
To My Grown Up Son
 

My hands were busy thru the day,
I didnt have much time to play,
The little games you asked me,
I didnt have much time for you.

I'd washyour clothes,
I'd sew and cook,
but when you would bring,
your picture book and ask me,
Please to share the fun,
I'd say,"a little later son'!

I would tuck you in all safe at night,
and hear your prayers, turn out the light,
then tip toe softly to the door,
I wish I had stayed a minute more.

For life is short and years rush past,
a little boy grow up so fast,
no longer is he at your side,
his precious secrets to confide.

The picture book are put aways,
There are no children's game to play,
no goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
that all belongs to yesteryears.

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 too.....