Tuesday, January 13, 2009

When Busy....

Sometimes life passes faster then we expect. I remember when I was in high school people would say, "if I could go back, I would do this or that, so you should do it". I know they were trying to give me those jewels of wisdom that they wished they had known when they were my age. I don't know if it's a sign of my age (with 30 quickly approaching), but I find myself giving that same bits of wisdom. I found this poem that really touched my heart and really made me think about the little choices I make throughout the day.

My Hands Were Busy

My hands were busy throughout 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 tiptoe softly to the door...
I wished I'd stayed a minute more.
For time 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.

Author Unknown