THINGS THAT MATTERBy: Darrelyn L. Tutt
A little hand slipped into mine,A dandelion bouquet,Little words like, “Thank you, Mom,”Are things that make my day.
Taking time to read a book,With you upon my lap;Listening while you sing a song,And little hands that clap.Puckered lips that whistle blow,And learning how to wink;Watching you developAnd respecting how you think.
Finding you a band-aid,For the hurt I cannot see;Looking at a part of you,And seeing a part of me.
Footsteps padding down the stairsFor one more hug and kiss;These things that matter most to me,One day I’m going to miss.
Help me, Lord, to not regretThe memories left today;In my preoccupation,Help me stop for child’s play.
A privilege being a mother,Things that matter most to me;A little hand slipped into mine,And eyes that help me see.