Busy Hands

Busy Hands

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 or cook,

But 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.

   Author Unknown

Dear God,

Please help me to not wish away the days. My kids are growing right before my very eyes. I am so blessed and grateful to you for allowing me to be a mother to these three children. Even though the days can be stressful and challenging. I am glad I have them.  Let me remember this poem because I know before to long it will be me looking back and wondering..... Where did the time go? Amen