Tuesday, March 3, 2015

To My Grown Up Son

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 ask 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,and 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 children's games to play,
No goodnight kiss,no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands once busy,now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.

By Alice E.Chase.

22 comments :

  1. I just love this poem.Coming as it does from an unknown mother in a far-away land;it still resonates strongly with me.

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  2. Oh! Touching.
    Very soon I will be staring at my jobless hands!

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    1. It is hard to adjust to an empty nest,no doubt Indrani.

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  3. Nice one. Reminded me of this poem I had written long back.
    http://luciferhouseinc.blogspot.in/2011/03/of-love-lost.html

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    1. I can't wait to get to that poem Karthik.
      Thanks for the link

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  4. so true....when the kids are growing, we hardly find time for anything....occupied all the time and the little things fall behind

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    1. Yes,it happens with most of us i think.

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  5. so true and touching Indu ji

    I guess this is KAHANI HAR GHAR KI ALL OVER THE WORLD

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  6. Very nice and touching. Everyone grows and moves away one day or other. Life moves on.

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    1. Welcome aboard Abhijit-thanks for coming over.I am glad you like this poem-yes it is very touching.

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  7. A beaautiful poetry, Induji! It is so true that we are always in a rush to miss on the good things of life!

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  8. Very emotional.I am really touched

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    1. Yes,she has written it straight from the heart

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  9. that is such a touching poem with perfect flow and words! Thanks a lot for sharing this :)

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    1. I am happy i could resonate with you Ankita :)

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  10. Wonderful poem Indu jee. I am working and my wife is a great home maker. We have a little baby in the cradle right now at home and I keep telling my wife to get time away from the normal, washing, keeping utensils properly, keeping clothes in a proper manner, etc etc so many of the tasks at home and to spend that time in a qualitative manner with our little bundle of joy. This poem by a distant mother is so apt.
    And am not saying only she, I also need to do better from that perspective, so as not to think later, I wish....

    I loved it. Thanks!!!

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    1. So very understanding of you Saggy.It is good that you are aware of this necessity while your little one is so tiny.You both will make wonderful parents.My best wishes for him.

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  12. Dear Indu,
    This is so very good.
    I am an aspiring blogger @ http://starlitoctave.wordpress.com/ . And I do write some poems, I would be realy grateful to you if you can give me some tips to me, to write better like you.
    Thank you
    Sam

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    1. Hi Sampad.Welcome here.I am no poet,but sometimes when my emotions surge,a few lines come slipping out.To me,a poem should be such, the reader can understand it,and of course if it rhymes,all the better.This is only my personal choice.
      Thank you for this lovely appreciation.

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