My hand were busy through the day
I didn't have much time for play
The little games you asked me to
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew & 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 in all safely at night
& hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tiptoe safely to the door
I'd wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short & 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 is no children's game to play
No good night kiss no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear
My hands once busy now lie still
The days are long & hard to fill
I wish I might go back & do
The little things you asked me to.