Cherish Today 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 more 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. Anonymous