A Tribute to Mother
Your hands once busy through the day,
You didn't have much time to play.
The little games I asked you too,
You never had much time to do.
You'd wash my clothes and sew and cook
And when I brought my picture book
And asked you share my fun,
You'd say: "A little later, Hun."
You tucked me in all safe at night,
Hear my prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door.
I wish you'd stayed a moment more.
For life is short, the years rush past.
A little child grows up so fast.
No longer are you at my side,
My precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear.
That all belongs to yesteryear.
Your hands once busy, now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish we could go back and do
The little things I asked you to.
But that's OK, cause I love you still.
I always did and I always will.
MaryAnn LoSchiavo BarbutoFour
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