To my grown up son!
My hands were busy throgh the day,
i didn´t had 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 asked 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 lights,
then tiptoe softly to the door...
i wish I´d stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past..
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side
his precious secrets to confide.
The picture book are put away,
there are no longer games to play.
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
that all belong to yesteryear
My hands, once busy, now are still
the days are long and hard to fill.
i wish i could go back and do
the little things you asked me to...
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