The Little Things
Let this short poem, The Little Things, remind you to spend time with your children as this baby of yours grows faster than you think. Enjoy them while they are young, as it is hard to imagine, the years do fly by.The Little Things
Poet: Unknown
My hands were busy through the day
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
For time is short, the years rush past.
The picture books are put away,
My hands, once busy, now are still.
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, son."
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
The tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear....
That all belongs to yesteryear.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.