On reflecting how quick childhood passes:
Just yesterday it seems my children
Played upon the floor
And I wiped countless fingerprints
From window pane & door.
I kissed away a thousand tears
And darned sock after sock
And tried to keep pace with the hands
That raced around the clock.
And often when at end of day,
Too tired to sleep, in bed I lay,
I’d think how nice when, children grown,
My time again should be my own.
So now I sit & rock alone,
My hands at rest, the work all done;
No little tots upon the floor,
No fingerprints upon the door.
No socks to mend, bruises to kiss–
Ah me! How could I know I’d miss
The very things I grudged to do
Dear God, if only there might be
Someone again who needed me!