No Time to Play

boy-and-dad-shaveI’m not an emotional person, and don’t really get into poems and such (though maybe I should). However, this is a poem that I choose to have pop up just about every two weeks in my calendar app to remind me that the days, and the moments, are fleeting. I am called to be the priest of my home, as well the dad, the friend, and the mentor. As my dad used to say – the work will always be there. It’ll never be done. But my children are in my home for a limited time. Nothing earth-shattering, but a good reminder. At least it does something for me. And there are some spiritual truths to be applied here…

No Time to Play

My precious boy with the golden hair
Came up one day beside my chair
And fell upon his bended knee
And said, “Oh, Mommy, please play with me!”

I said, “Not now, go on and play;
I’ve got so much to do today.”
He smiled through tears in eyes so blue
When I said, “We’ll play when I get through.”

But the chores lasted all through the day
And I never did find time to play.
When supper was over and dishes done,
I was much too tired for my little son.

I tucked him in and kissed his cheek
And watched my angel fall asleep.
As I tossed and turned upon my bed,
Those words kept ringing in my head,

“Not now, son, go on and play,
I’ve got so much to do today.”
I fell asleep and in a minute’s span,
My little boy is a full-grown man.

No toys are there to clutter the floor;
No dirty fingerprints on the door;
No snacks to fix; no tears to dry;
The rooms just echo my lonely sigh.

And now I’ve got the time to play;
But my precious boy is gone away.
I awoke myself with a pitiful scream
And realized it was just a dream

For across the room in his little bed,
Lay my curly-haired boy, the sleepy-head.
My work will wait ‘til another day
For now I must find some time to play.

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