To my Grown Up Son…a poem
Posted May 21, 2012on:
I came across this poem and wanted to share it with you. In the crazy days that often make up our weeks, months, seasons and years, too often we literally don’t slow down to notice that everything is changing. Each day is different than the last. Too often it is only looking back that we realized that we should have been looking in each moment.
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 just me & you.
I’d wash your clothes, I’d shop 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 tiptoe softly to the door…
I wish I had stayed just a minute more.
For life is short and the years rush past…
A little boy grows up too 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 a different year.
My hands once too busy now are still.
The days are longer and harder to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
attributed to Eleanor Newbern
Kiss your kids.
-Kate Dust, EduKids Education Director