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 the 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 stayed a minute more
For life is short and 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 childrens games to play
No goodnight kisses no prayers to hear
That all belongs to: yesteryear
My hands once busy no be still
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish i might go back and do
The little things you asked me to do
