April 19, 2011

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   Please continue to pray for Fred and his sister as they will have to make a decision in the days to come.  

  They were looking through Annabelle’s photos and some of her paperwork last night.  Fred came across this poem clipped from a “Dear Abby Column”

  To My Grown-Up Son

  by Alice E. Chase

  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 tiptoe 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 prayers 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.

   

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