Always busy. No time to play.
When you wanted to show me your paintings,
I told you: "Not now".
I went to school, I cleaned the car, I made dinner,
but you wanted me to read to you.
I said: "Not now, I`m too busy".
I went out running, I went to the cinema,
but you wanted me to play football with you.
I said:"Not now, maybe tomorrow".
Year flies, life`s too short, you grew up so fast.
No paintings, no books, no football.
If only I could go back again, and do
the things you wanted me to do.
In response to Unaccustomed Earth.
1 comment:
This is the common to a parent's bad conscience. Like me, sitting here blogging,when I could watch an important footballmatch on tv with may son, who I haven't seen all day. Well, it looks like they are winning all the same...
Kirsten
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