To My Grown Daughter

I was too busy when you
wanted to help me cook;
I had other things to do
when you'd bring your picture book.

I failed to find the time
for playing dolls and dishes,
Or listening to your dreams
and all your magic wishes.

There was so much I had to do
before it was too late,
But, alas, my growing daughter
could not wait.

Now the bed is neat
and toys in place,
And there's no chocolate mess
on a cherub face.

No more interruptions
while I'm on the phone,
No questions to answer
or locks to comb.

No dandelion bouquets
or special cards of glue,
No crayon messages of,
"Mom, I luv you."

If only I could turn back
the fleeting hands of time,
I'd value each giggle
and memorize each rhyme.

I'd live each second to the fullest ...
your heart and life enfold;
For little girls grow up so fast ...
Cherish them like gold.

~ Author Unknown ~

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