MY HANDS WERE BUSY

Today is a day devoted to discovering and pondering over the true sentiments of a parent,specially an Indian parent…I shared a poem dedicated to my daughter and all the daughters of the world, today, so how can I be unfair to my son and all other sons of the world and the beautiful and divine bonding between” a mother and son duo “or for that matter” a father and son duo”…I challenge you ,you are not a true Indain parent if this poem does not bring tears to your eyes…

MY HANDS WERE BUSY…

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 ask 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,turn out the light,
Then tip toe softly to the door
I wish I’d stayed a minute more.

For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast,
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no children’s games to play
No goodnight kiss, no prayer to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.

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…
Here’s hoping that folks of my generation are fortunate enough to spend quality time with their grandchildren and compensate in a some ways, before we finally bid goodbye… and the young parents can take a cue from this beautiful poem…happy parenting!!!