"Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
Psalms 46:10
Since my girls are growing up and need me less and less each day I was brought to tears with this poem. I am going to take more time to be less busy and more quite for the next few years.
Blessings;
Gina
My hands were busy through the day.
I didn’t have much time to play.
The little games you asked to do,
I didn’t have much time for you.
I’d wash your clothes.
I’d sew and cook.
You’d ask and I’d read from your book.
I’d tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers;
turn out the light.
Then tiptoe softly by your door,
I wish I’d stayed a minute more.
For life was short, the years rushed past,
A little girl grows up so fast.
No longer is she at my side,
Her precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no longer games to play.
No Teddy Bears or misplaced toy
No sleepovers with lots of noise.
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 do.
Anonymous
