Is that a professional quote? Did someone on here invent it? I kind of want to use it tomorrow... show yourself awesome quote inventor. Can I copy you? Aka copy TrudyCampbell copying you?
I googled, apparently it's very common and there are lots of versions. H thinks it sounds kind of negative, so I might not use it. I think I like "the days are long, but the years are short" best.
TrudyCampbell got it from my FB page but I got it from my mom's group leader person, who I'm sure got it from someone else! The version I posted was, the days are long but the months are short.
I googled, apparently it's very common and there are lots of versions. H thinks it sounds kind of negative, so I might not use it. I think I like "the days are long, but the years are short" best.
"The days are long, but the years are short" makes me want to cry.
Me too. For lots of reasons: guilt that I sometimes wish the days away, sadness that I'm not young anymore and think life moves slowly, fear that I don't have very long with DS to prepare him for life...the list goes on.
Post by creamsiclechica on Apr 11, 2013 20:10:32 GMT -5
My mom used to have this poem in a frame in our upstairs hallway, and it made my cry and I try to think of it on the worst days. It's super sad!
A Mother's Poem
My hands were busy through the day, I didn't have much time to play, the little games you asked me to. I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook, But when you'd bring your picture book, and ask me, please to share your fun, I'd say, "A little later son." I'd tuck you in all safe at night, and hear your prayers, turn out the light, then tiptoe softly to the door, I wish I'd stayed a little more. For life is short, and years rush past, A little boy grows up so fast. No longer is he at your side, his precious secrets to confide. The picture books are put away, There are no children's games to play, No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear, that all belongs to yesteryear. My hands once busy now lie still, the days are long and hard to fill, I wish I might go back and do, the little things you asked me to!