My little girl is 26! Who would think that my little, almost waif-like daughter, will now be a busy Marketing Executive, spotting interests such as paintball, rock climbing and happiest when she is with her friends somewhere else?
I was so busy through the day, I didn’t take the time to play.
When you brought your dolls to me, I told you “Not now,” and quietly,
I cleaned the house, I’d iron and cook, and when you brought your story book,
And ask me to sit and read to you, I’d say, “I have too much to do.”
I’d tuck you in your bed at night, I’d dim the light.
Too quickly I’d pass through the door, I should have stayed a minute more.
Each year flies past, my little girl grew up so fast.
No longer playing by my side, for me to nurture and to guide.
The books and dolls are packed away, no longer are there games to play.
That all belongs to yester-year.
My days once busy now are calm, the hours empty and too long.
Source: http://www.poem-and-poems.com/poemmotherdaughter.html








