My hands were busy through the day

I did not have much time to play

The little games you asked me to

I'd wash your clothes ; sew and cook

But when you'd bring your picture book

And ask me please to share your fun

I would say, "A little later, son."

I'd tuck you in all safe at night

And hear your prayers, turn out the light

Then tiptoe softly to the door,

I wish I could have a minute more

For life is short and years rush past

No longer is he at your side

His precious secrets to confide

The picture books are put away

There are no more children's games to play

No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear

That all belongs to yesteryears

my hands once busy, now lie still

The days are long and hard to fill

I wish I might go back and do 

The little things you asked me to