“Once the house was lovely, but it’s lonely here to-day.
For time has come an’ stained its walls an’ called the young away;
An’ all that’s left for mother an’ for me till life is through
Is to sit an’ tell each other what the children used to do.
We couldn’t keep em’ always an’ we knew it from the start.
We knew when they were babies that some day we’d have to part.
But the years go by so swiftly, an’ the littlest one has flown.
An’ there’s only me an’ mother now left here to live alone.
Oh, there’s just one consolation, as we’re sittin’ here at night.
They’ve grown to men an’ women, an’ we brought ’em up all right,
We’ve watched ’em as we’ve loved ’em an’ they’re splendid every one,
An’ we feel the Lord won’t blame us for the way our work was done.”
By Edgar Guest
This poem was written by Edgar Guest who was born in Birmingham, England and eventually moved to Detroit, Michigan. He worked for the Detroit Free Press in Michigan for many years and wrote more than eleven thousand poems in his lifetime. He was known as the “People’s Poet”.
It is so true how fast life goes by each one of us. We need to savor the moments and enjoy every moment with our children. After a while, they soon fly away and the circle of life continues on. Just do the best you can and train them up in the way they should go. If you’ve done your best, that’s all anyone can ask for!