MY GROWN CHILDREN

For my four children I've been working Almost every day
 There was never enough time to play with you
 There were baseball games, dance recitals That you wanted me to come to
 But with all the time working There was never enough time for any of you 
 On weekdays and weekends, I had to do my chores So it left very little time for you four
 I may always say maybe the next time Which I might have said so many other times
 Sometimes I had to work all night And I wouldn't see you to the next morning light
 I know our lives are short, and days go by fast
 And all your children grow up in a flash 
 Then I finally realized that my children Are no longer by my side And now I no longer have to provide
 I still have pictures I can still look at Showing me the past and the laughter
 I'm retired now and once I was so busy Now all my body and hands are still 
And for me, these days are too quiet and hard to kill 
I wish I could go back into the past And change all the ways I reacted
 And for my four grown children I want to say I'm sorry, and I want to say you are all One in a million and I love you all
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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