To my grown up son
My hands were busy through the day...
I didn`t have much time to play.
The little games you ask 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 prayer, turn out the light!
Then tip-toe softly to the door.
I`dwish I`d stay a minute more!
For life is short, the years rush past......
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at yourside,
his precious secrets to confide.
The picture book are put away,
there no longer games to play.
No night kiss, no prayers to hear....
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands , on busy, now are still.
These days are long and hard to fill
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you ask me to....
Author unbekannt
So Ihr Lieben, das ist das Gedicht wo ich gerne lese, wenn wir wieder in einer schweren Zeit stecken und mcih dran erinnere, das ich meinen Sohn so sehr liebe und soviel Zeit wie möglich mit Ihm verbringen will und tue!
LG Sandy, Jannis und Quincy