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Reflections are 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.

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. .

Written in 1977 by Debra Barone - www.debrabarone.com

Received an e-Mail April 20, 2002 from Debra and I apologize for not knowing she was the author. Larry Magee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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