Too Busy

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 asked 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 light,

Then tiptoe 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 kisses, 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.

Author Unknown

Let's Pray
Dear Lord, Thank You for this family that You have given me. I pray that I will be careful to take care of their needs before the needs of others who scream for my attention. Help me to be a woman with a balanced life- God first, husband second, children third.