to my grown-up daughter

To My Grown-Up Daughter
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 hon."
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 girl grows up so fast.
No longer is she at your side,
her precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
there are no longer games to play.
No good night kiss, 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.