My Hands Were Busy…

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 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 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 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 books 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.