A Father's Painful Poem

A father sits in his living room, painfully alone, And stares at pictures on the wall, of children, now all grown. He reminisces, thinking back through all the hazy years. He thinks of how it should have been, and wipes away his tears. While he was staying late at work, trying to get ahead, He missed the chance to tuck his little babies into bed. He didn't show much interest when his kids began to crawl, 'Cause raising kids when they're that young is Mom's job, after all.He wasn't there to see it when his children first learned to walk, And "Mommy" was the only word they said when they began to talk. A man named Dean Sprague wrote this poem...pretty powerful isn’t it? Don’t miss your kids’ early years. You’ll never get them back.

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