Monday, September 30, 2019
To My Grown Up Son
To My Grown-Up Son or Daughter by Alice E. Chase My hands were busy through the day, I didnââ¬â¢t have much time to play The little games you asked me to, I didnââ¬â¢t have much time for you. Iââ¬â¢d wash your clothes; Iââ¬â¢d sew and cook, But when youââ¬â¢d bring your picture book And ask me, please, to share your fun, Iââ¬â¢d say, ââ¬Å"A little later, hon. â⬠Iââ¬â¢d tuck you in all safe at night, And hear your prayers, turn out the light, Then tiptoe softly to the door, I wish Iââ¬â¢d stayed a minute more. For life is short, and 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 childrenââ¬â¢s games to play, No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear, That all belongs to yesteryear. My hands once busy, now lie still, The days are long and hard to fill, I wish I could go back and do, The little things you asked me to. To My Grown-Up Mom Your hands we re busy through the day You didnââ¬â¢t have much time to play. The little things Iââ¬â¢d ask of you, You took the time to see, to doâ⬠¦ You washed my clothes, youââ¬â¢d sew and cook. (The best damn Halloween costumes that town had ever seen, I might add! And when Iââ¬â¢d bring my picture book, your dark, thick outlines and perfect strokes had me mesmerized. You tucked me in, all safe at night. Ran your fingers across my temple ââ¬â¢til my eyes shut tight. I do the same for Mika, now. An inherited maternal signature passed on somehow. I wonder, sometimes, if life is really as short as we think it is. I watch the years rush past and donââ¬â¢t have all the answers, yet. But time brings wisdom, wrinkles, and opportunities to learn. I grew out of goodnight kisses and picture books. I canââ¬â¢t hear you creaking across the floor hen I sleep, anymore. No fingers on my temple when Iââ¬â¢m tired. My hands are pretty busy, now. Yours are, too. We canââ¬â¢t go ba ck and do the things we used to do. But in this moment I can stop and thank you for your water-soaked raisin fingers (after doing another stack of dishes! ) I can thank you for the Halloween costumes and picture books, the temple rubs and time spent investing in love. I know sometimes it probably wasnââ¬â¢t easy to take and make the time, but every moment counted and I wanted you to know I couldnââ¬â¢t have done it without you.
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