Poetry

The Most Precious Gift, Is Your Time

 The Most Precious Gift, Is Your Time

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, son
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers and turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I'd wish I'd stayed a minute more
For life is short, the years ruch past...
A little boy grows up so fast
His precious secrets to confide
There are no longer games to play
No goodnight 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
All the little things you asked me to
I love you more now than yesteryear
Your all grown up and on your own
I'm so proud of the man you have become
My heart was broken the day you came home and announced
"Mom, I've enlisted in the Marines"
Each time I put you on a plane, my heart longs for yesterday
My eyes fill with tears and I know my eyes will fill with cheer
Please take care son while you are gone
While you are overseas, please continue your nightly prayers
Please look up and thank God for the good and bad times
When you return, you'll have tiny arms waiting on you
I'm always here for you
You are in my daily prayers
I love you, Christopher Brian



Love,
Mom
Submitted by Paula Bicket, [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.]
Mother of CPL Christopher Gaulter,
3rd Marines 3rd Bat. Weapons Company - Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii.          _

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