My Son Grows Up
author: unknown
Life is fleeting, years rush past...
Life is fleeting, years rush past...
and little boys grow up so fast!
Let me take time out to
be thankful mine is still here with me.
And though I'm busy through the day,
let me take time out to play...
Let me take time out to smile,
to sit with him for just a while...
Let me take time out for walks,
for swings and sports and quiet talks,
for sharing giggles, tickles, and hugs,
for patching knees and catching bugs...
for running races, climbing trees,
for helping with his A - B - C's...
For hatching plots and planning schemes,
for listening to his thoughts and dreams.
Let me tuck him in at night,
hear his prayers,
turn off the light.
And when my busy day is done,
let me thank God I have a son.
2 comments:
That Was a great poem I loved it.
What a wonderful tribute to the boys.
Nene
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