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Goodnight Kiss
I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day.
For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door
And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.
It's very strange how times have changed
from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.
For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,
Or pat my baby on the back, Or kissed away a hurt.
Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they use to do.
Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.
Mommy, bounce me on your knee
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.
Mommy, tickle my tummy...
Daddy hold me high.
Let's go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly...
I count it as a privilege
I count it cause for praise
To kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day
For I know too soon they're up and gone
And walking out the door
And I'll never have a child to kiss Goodnight anymore!
Author Unknown
I knew that it was something
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
Just then I put my chores aside
Sometimes we take for granted,
A small hand print on the wall.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
For life is short, the years rush past,
The picture books are put away,
My hands, once busy, now lie still
Author Unknown
HAND PRINTS ON THE WALL
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
that I'd seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
I knew it wouldn't last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
TO MY GROWN-UP CHILD
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.
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your cheer
I'd say, "A little later, dear."
And hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I'd stayed a minute more!
A little child grows up so fast
No longer are they at your side
Their precious secrets to confide.
There aren't any games to play
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear.
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to!!
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