thoughts and wisdom gleaned from the years. As my life has many a page
to be turned, some reflections are on where I have been, what I have learned
and other on what I still need to learn. I have also included things that
caught my eye and tug at my heart.
TO MY GROWN UP SON
(read down and then across)
|My hands were busy through 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.
|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.
|I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, son."
|The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play.
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear.
|I'd tuck you in all safe at night.
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a moment more.
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. .
Written in 1977 by Debra Barone - www.debrabarone.com
an e-Mail April 20, 2002 from Debra and I apologize for not knowing
she was the author. Larry Magee
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