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To My Grown Up Daughter


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 you pricture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, hon."
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 stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past. . .
A little girl grows up so fast.
No longer is she at your side,
Her 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.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

- Author Unknown

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