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Need help remembering a poem.

Discussion in 'General Topics & Support Issues' started by Chessmind, Dec 20, 2006.

  1. Chessmind

    Chessmind New Member

    Hi. If anyone can remember the name or post the poem I am trying to find I would be so grateful!

    I think it's an anonymous poem about a mother who looks back on her life with her child. Basically the child asked to do this or that with him/her, but she keeps saying she is busy and can't. Now that her child is all grown up she now wishes that she had done all those little things that he/she had asked her too. It's a poem about regret. I just love this poem and want to have it on our fridge.

    Thanks! :D
  2. Chessmind

    Chessmind New Member

    I found it!

    Time to Play
    “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, and 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 tiptoe 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 goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear….
    That all belongs to yesteryear.
    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.”
  3. coppersmom

    coppersmom New Member

    Wow...that's deep and beautiful.

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