I Remember



I remember all those years
when the children were at home
The days were full and busy
Some tasks were never done
Sometimes when I was busy
My mind on chores undone
A little voice would call to me
"Come on, Mom, we're havin' fun!"

The years went by so quickly
The children are grown and gone
There's lots of time to do the things
That had often gone undone
But sometimes I wish that I could hear
A childish little voice again
Calling out to me inside
"Come on, Mom, we're havin' fun!"


I often thought it would be nice
To have some time alone
To just be done with all the work
And to sit alone in the sun
Or to read a book or write a note
Or to dream of far away places
But now I know I'd rather hear
"Come on, Mom, we're havin' fun!"
--Arlene Hearn Price
Art by C Demas