To My Grown -Up Sons

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, the 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 longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear . . .
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

Always,
Mom

"If I had my Child to Raise Over Again"



"If I had my child to raise over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd model less about the love of power,
and more about the power of love."


Diane Loomas

My Two Sons
And
Their Daughters



Sweethearts how do I thank you
for the gifts you've given me
for there's no way to measure
how much they mean to me.
Two darling little angel girls
to cherish, spoil, and love
brought new reason now for living
precious gifts from up above.
Each day that I watch them grow
I'll thank you once again
I'm truly blessed that I could share
from the moment love began.
If they turn out to be like you
I'll be happy there's no doubt
because,
I'm the one who knows you best.
I know what you're all about.
When they grow up
if you're as proud
as I have been of you
you'll know you've done a good job
the best that you could do.....
~Eternity~
1999

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