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 chocolatemess 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-
