Poetry

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When my child was born, I thought I had to compete
I worked hard to provide, fifty hours a week.
My child had everything. The best schools, clothes and games.
“I’m too busy now, honey”, is all I would say.

“Mom and Dad work hard to give you nice things.”
My words didn’t comfort, instead they would sting.
My brave, trusting child would smile and wait,
For the day when I’d notice the look on his face.

It seemed but a moment before he was grown.
A new car, a new job and out on his own.
As I watched him drive off, my mind filled with regrets,
For the one thing he wanted, didn’t cost me a cent.

My big house, fancy car and savings account
Can’t bring back the moments I quickly threw out.
He waved and was gone, and I realized my shame.
I was filled with regrets and had no one to blame.

Realizing I’d denied my best investment of all,
Was the most painful moment I can ever recall.
If only I’d cancelled more meetings and dates,
To have cherished those moments, but now it’s too late.

Make your job as a parent your number one mission.
Take time, thought and prayer with this God given position.
Invest in your child with time, love and patience.
It’s the most important decision of all lifes events.


A. Ragg
©10/99

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