- 12 Dec 2004, 21:57
#824
I had come across this poem a long time back, And today I'd like to share it with all of you.
This specially goes to the Parents out there who don't really take the time to do the little things for their children beacuse they are too busy! I do not say "all" the parents, Mashallah, some are very devoted to their children. But unfortunately there are "some" who are not!!!
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 asked 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 stay 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 good-night kiss, No prayers to hear,
All that belongs to yester-year.
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 specially goes to the Parents out there who don't really take the time to do the little things for their children beacuse they are too busy! I do not say "all" the parents, Mashallah, some are very devoted to their children. But unfortunately there are "some" who are not!!!
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 asked 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 stay 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 good-night kiss, No prayers to hear,
All that belongs to yester-year.
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!!!
*~* Stop analysing life, Just live it!... "Your today is the tomorrow that you were worried about yesterday!"*~*