I found this poem years ago probably when my son
was 3 and I have kept it all this time.
My son is currently 28 years old now.
I made this page so that he could see it one day and hopefully
take its words to heart as they are so true.
The Name Of This Poem Is
TO MY GROWN UP SON
My hands were busy through the day,
I didn’t have much time to play
The little games you asked me to
I’d wash your clothes; I’d sew and cook,
But when you’d bring your picture book
And asked me please to share your fun
I’d say “A little later son”
I’d tuck you in all safe at night
Then tip-toe softly to the door…
I wish I’d stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past…
A little boy grows ups 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 good night 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.
This poem is dedicated to my one and only son Chris.
I found it when he was very young probably in the 1980’s and have saved it all these years in hopes that he would one day read it.
It touched my heart so many years ago that I wanted him to read it and realize that is how I felt.
Every word of it is true.
God’s greatest gift to me was having Chris. I was and am very proud of him. We shared a lot of joyful times together. I had so many special times with him especially through all his sporting activates. No Mom could be any prouder that I was of my son! He has brought so much joy in my life. We’ve had our ups and downs but the joy of having him far out weighed anything else.
I sat down and typed out this poem when I finally found it in my photographs
Thursday August 23, 2007