Two poems, author unknown for both:
I hope my children look back on today
And remember a mother who had time for play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
‘Cause children grow up when we’re not looking.
My dishes went unwashed today
I didn’t make my bed
I took his hand and followed
Where eager footsteps ledOh Yes, we went adventuring
My little child and I
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the sun and skyWe watched a robin feed her young
We climbed a sunlit hill
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky
We plucked a daffodil.That my house was so neglected
That I didn’t brush the stairs
In twenty years no one on earth
Will know or even care.But that I’ve helped my little child
To noble adulthood grow
In twenty years the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
Phoenix182
May 27, 2010 at 10:27 am
Very nice, and VERY true. Having grown up in a home where my father spent most of his waking hours at work, I know that all I ever really wanted was more time with him, not more savings in the bank.
Carmine
May 27, 2010 at 3:37 pm
This post was a bit self indulgent, to remind myself of the important things.
Siamsa
May 27, 2010 at 5:35 pm
Love them both. Sort of the other side of the coin to Harry Chapin’s “Cats in the Cradle”, which is all about being too busy while your child is young and then realising by the time they’re an adult that you have no relationship with them.
Mum always said that after she and Dad split up and she went back to work full time she kept that song close to heart as a reminder of “how not to do it”.