A Mother's Moment

They came back home with paint on their shirts,

Glue on their hands and stains from their work.

They made me things with love and care,

And I could feel their hearts were there.

A macaroni frame with my name spelled wrong,

A handprint flower with stems too long.

A paper crown that would not stay,

But it made me smile all day.

(Chorus)

Time keeps turning pages I can’t hold,

Little hands don’t stay little, I’ve been told.

But in every scribble, every line,

They left a piece of them in mine.

The sink was full, the bills were due,

I was so tired the whole day through.

But simple words they wrote for me,

Helped me feel like I could be.

Now they are grown and on their own,

Busy with lives they’ve made and grown.

I found a box from long ago,

Full of love I used to know.

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Time keeps turning pages I can’t hold,

Little hands don’t stay little, I’ve been told.

But in every scribble, every line,

They left a piece of them in mine.

Sometimes I feel sad and I don’t know why,

I sit and hold those things and cry.

How can the day's go by so fast,

I'm glad these treasures are here to last.

(Bridge)

If I could go back just for a while,

I’d slow the clock and stay and smile.

Hold those moments, don’t let go,

Tell my younger heart, “You’ll miss this, you know.”

But even now, I plainly see,

Those memories still carry me.

(Chorus)

Time keeps turning pages I can’t hold,

Little hands don’t stay little, I’ve been told.

But in every scribble, every line,

They left a piece of them in mine.

Time may steal the moments from my sight,

But it can’t take the love they gave that night.

Every crayon line still speaks their heart,

A quiet reminder we’re never far apart.

Time may steal the moments from my sight,

But it can’t take the love they gave that night.

Every crayon line still speaks their heart,

A quiet reminder we’re never far apart.