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| My Favorite Poem ..... By Alice E. Chase |
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| To my grown-up son . . . . |
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| My hands were busy through the day For life is short, the years rush past |
| I didn't have much time to play A little boy grows up so fast |
| The little games you asked me to, No longer is he at your side |
| I didn't have much time for YOU. His precious secrets to confide. |
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| I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook The picture books are put away |
| But when you'd bring your picture book There aren't any games to play |
| And ask me please to share your fun No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear |
| I'd say, "A little later, son." That all belongs to yesteryear. |
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| I'd tuck you in all safe at night My hands once busy now lie still |
| And hear your prayers, turn out the light The days are long and hard to fill, |
| Then tiptoe softly to the door, I wish I might go back and do |
| I wish I'd stayed a minute more! The little things you asked me to! |
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