To My Grown-Up Son

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My friend Dr Mike sent me this beautiful poem by Alice Chase; it was given to him and his wife when their first baby was born:

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 in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the lights,
Then tip toe softly to the door.
I wish I’d stayed 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 yesteryear.

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.

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I'm a Chinese Singaporean living in the Eastern part of Singapore. I tweet on current affairs & inspirational quotes. I blog on issues or events if they interest me. I write for pleasure. I also write mainly for my family and friends. At least they know I'm still alive and well. It's a free country. No one is forcing you to read if you don't like what I write. I'm entitled to my own opinions. Having said that, there are still retards, morons and losers out there hiding behind anonymity hurling all kinds of insults and wicked remarks on my blog. I guess we'll just have to live with these cowardly mangy dogs found in any society. Sigh!
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