For all of those who asked, here is the poem I read this past Sunday morning, on Senior Adult Day at church. The author is unknown. The title is:
TO MY CHILDREN
When I spill some food on my nice clean dress,
Or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
Please be patient and perhaps reminisce,
About the many hours I spent with you.
When I taught you how to eat with care,
Plus tying laces and your numbers, too,
Dressing yourself and combing your hair,
Those were precious hours spend with you.
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute of two,
It probably wasn’t important anyway,
And I would much rather listen to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
And you know the ending through and through,
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
When I rehearsed a hundred times with you.
When my legs are tired and it’s hard to stand,
Or walk the steady pace I would like to do,
Please take me carefully by my hand,
And guide me now as I so often did for you.
Source: http://www.theribbon.com/poetry/tomychildren.asp.
TO MY CHILDREN
When I spill some food on my nice clean dress,
Or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
Please be patient and perhaps reminisce,
About the many hours I spent with you.
When I taught you how to eat with care,
Plus tying laces and your numbers, too,
Dressing yourself and combing your hair,
Those were precious hours spend with you.
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute of two,
It probably wasn’t important anyway,
And I would much rather listen to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
And you know the ending through and through,
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
When I rehearsed a hundred times with you.
When my legs are tired and it’s hard to stand,
Or walk the steady pace I would like to do,
Please take me carefully by my hand,
And guide me now as I so often did for you.
Source: http://www.theribbon.com/poetry/tomychildren.asp.