“Come along, don’t be slow.
Don’t tag along watching grass grow.
Quickly now. Get out of bed.
We don’t have time to be a sleepyhead.
Come on in, don’t track in snow.
There’s not time to watch the snow blow.
Hurry up. We don’t have all day
We’ll walk home the shortest way.
You’re all grown up, where did time go?
I missed a lot not watching you grow.
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About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Too true. ❤
Loved this and so true.
Thank you. I left a follow at your place. Hope to see you again soon. Are you doing the Discover Prompt?
I another sense, how quickly our parents have aged
Yes, that happens too. And often with little attention from busy adult children who also rue the times they could have slowed down to sit by the side of some old fellow passing time in the chair on the front porch.
Thank God(mine😊)you are not my mama.
My mother(Ma) was the silent type, very rarely asking anything of us. I spent many silent hours with her, sometimes just sitting side by side reading books on a hot summer afternoon. Its twenty nine years now that she is gone. Wish she would have asked for something for all that she had given without asking.
Actually I can be pretty sure what she wanted from you. Sounds like you gave it without being asked — time. You are right that I was a much too busy mom. But spent more time together than many because of church and soccer. My mother was a busy person but I was never neglected because much of her busyness was for me as well as each of the rest of the family.
I wish I could say that. When we first came here, we could not go back home for nearly five and half years. In between studies, our first kid, new job and green card, how time flew. When we went back, we stayed only for a month. I could have stayed back more because I had taken the quarter off (I was teaching college) but my wife could not. The day we were coming back, as I was closing the car door, my mother, sitting on a sofa in the front porch extended her hand as if to say something. But as usual, she did not ask and I did not stop to ask. That’s the last I saw her. She passed away three months after we left. Always think if I had just stayed back for two more months.
I understand your regret. So sorry. I have no answer. Sometimes our time runs out and we are only left with now. Do you have links about her? If so, I would like to read them.
I only wrote two about her. I can’t. Even after three decades my eyes tear up. It hurts too much. Here is the short link to one, https://wp.me/p73yZZ-46d
Surely she was a gracious and loving lady. She probably never thought of herself as such.
I shall never know. She just gave without asking.
The other poem was written in Axomiya( or Assamese, my mother tongue) on the occasion of the twenty fifth death anniversary of my mother. Never got around to translate it to English. One of these days shall do it.
I can teach you,😀
Beautiful post. Thank you. !!
Thank you and thanks for the other likes you left me.
Poignant… and a lesson to us all.
Thank you. It is sad that some lessons are learned too late.
I’m a child, with lots of siblings. 😦 🙂 . My mom and dad say, toddlers grow fast. I didn’t believe, but now looking back at some of their pic’s from when they were younger. They do seem to grow without visible detail.
As eldest, when I look back at my own little pic’s, I can’t believe I was such a cute baby! Now I wear soccer uniform everywhere! It’s been so long I can’t even touch a memory of me wearing a dress!
I know, I’m not very fancy, but my mom dressed me like a doll! 😉
I love dolls and girls dressed like dolls at least part time. Don’t lose that dolly side of you. But soccer girls are good too. Don’t neglect that side of you. Thanks for keeping me up with the younger set. Did you tell your mom I think you are very brilliant and wise. Besides you have common sense.
Ha-ha- if you dress me like a doll I might bite! 🙂
We lose a lot in the busyness of living. Sometimes overlook the majesty in the little things.