BUILDING MEMORIES
“I wish you’d read to me awhile.”
My daughters often said,
So I’d tuck away the mending
And read to them, instead.
“Mom, can you play a game with me?”
My growing son would ask,
So I’d put aside the sweeping
For that far more urgent task.
We often sat with drawing books,
Coloring in designs,
While laundered clothes awaited
Their turn upon the lines.
There were times the sink held dishes,
‘Though I didn’t like such piles,
So I could romp and play outside . . .
Rewarded by their smiles.
At times we’d lie upon the grass
As cloud ships sailed on by,
While the beds awaited making,
And dust was left to lie.
Nothing’s changed by dirt or dust,
Or bed that lies unmade,
But the hours given to a child,
Build memories that won’t fade.
The most important times in life
Are the hours wisely spent,
When shared with a little child,
For they are heaven-sent.
5/22/97 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
4’th. … Indiana NPD – 2001