Took His Hand and Followed
Mrs. Roy L. Peifer
My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But life was gay and good.
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But life was gay and good.
We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.
We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
But that I've helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
One of the other mamas on my AP list sent this out a few days ago. It perfectly describes my little one and I right now. We are savoring these last few weeks before our new blessing arrives. It's such a bittersweet time.
What a beautiful poem! I will definitely be printing it to help remind me what is really important!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's such a nice poem. :)
ReplyDeleteCourtney,
ReplyDeleteJust stopping by to say, "Hey!"..........from seeing your last post, it seems to be that your baby will be here very soon!
So happy for you!
Thank you for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem I was moved to tears when I thought of my 22 year old son that is now married. We seemed to have done the same journey from books to streams to manhood!