Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Send Then Onward With a Smile
Do not worry, little mother,
If there are tracks upon your floor;
Years go by - you'll soon be wishing
You could see those tracks once more.
There won't be much satisfaction,
Looking back along the way,
Though we kept our house all shining,
If we scolded every day.
Yes, I know that little garments,
Sadly torn and out of place,
Make it hard for tired mothers,
Hard to wear a smiling face;
But they'll leave the home nest shortly,
Some may fly to foreign lands;
Then your house will be in order,
But you'll sit with folded hands.
So let's all enjoy each minute,
Of those lovely childhood days;
Just forget the dust that gathers,
Just enjoy their childish play.
Yesterday they were but babies;
Now they're with us for a while,
But tomorrow they'll be going,
Send them onward with a smile.
~ author unknown