Momma's Hands

Wow! It's hard to believe Mothers day is fastly approaching! Funny how we really don't appreciate our mothers until we ourselves become Mothers.....And then, when you are young and busy raising your children, you don't realize that those will be the years you look fondly back on. Here's a poem that really touches my heart: Mommas Hands: 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 all safe at night, 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, and years rush past, A little child grows up so fast. No longer are they at your side, Their precious secrets to confide. The picture books are put away, There are no children's games to play. No good-night kiss, no thoughts to hear, That all belong to yesteryear. My hands, once busy, now lie still, The days are long and hard to fill. I wish I might go back and do, The little things you asked me to.