You come to me, sad and dejected,
A tear trickling down your cheeks;
Your favorite toy is broken and
You're handing it to me to fix.
But I have a mile long To-Do list--
The dishes need to be washed and put away,
The floor needs to be mopped,
And, oh, today is laundry day.
The beds have to be made,
There's ironing to do and socks to mend,
The silverware needs polishing,
Alas! I promised I'd call a friend.
The litter box has to be changed,
The animals need to be fed,
The cats have to be groomed,
The dog needs to see the Vet.
But one look at your troubled face,
And a thought flashed upon me--
To gladden the heart of a little boy
Is the making of a memory.
The things in the To-Do list can wait,
But a little boy grows up as fast as can be;
So spend quality time with him now,
For this is the making of a memory.
So get the tools, let's fix the toy,
Let's have some fun, just you and me;
Hear Ye: No "Cat's in the Cradle" here,
This is the making of a memory.
Let's take the toy and pack some lunch
And to the park and pond we'd go in a rush;
We'll feed the ducks, you'll catch some frogs
We'll have a great time just the two of us.
The To-Do List is not just mine, it's ours,
For working together is fun, you see;
Teaching, encouraging, and praising you--
These are the making of a memory.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004
