To My Grown Up Son

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.

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’.

 

I’d tuck you in all safe at night,

And hear your prayers, turn out the light,

Then tip-toe 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 books are put away;

There are no longer games to play.

No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear –

That all belongs to yesteryear.

 

My hands, once busy, are now still.

The days are long and hard to fill.

I wish I could go back and do

The little things you asked me to.

 

Author unknown


This poem is so poignant and really resonates with me; they really do grow up so fast, so enjoy the cuddles and the playtime. Chores can wait!

Love from Katie. Xx

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