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Growing Up Growing Out
My hands were busy throughout 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 to please 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… That all 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 . Share this with your friends:
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