Goodnight Kiss

By Kim Bolton

I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they’re gone
and walking out the door.
And I’ll never have a child
to kiss goodnight any more

It’s strange how times have changed
from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly-
the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday
I helped him(her) with his(her) shirt,
or pat my baby on the back,
or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book,
wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
the way they use to do.

Once it was a bother,
just a troublesome kind of chore.
But, now I would give anything
to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee.
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me,
and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy
Daddy, hold me high.
Let’s go outside for a while,
or make a kite to fly.

I count it as a priviledge,
I count it as a praise
To kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they’re gone
and walking out the door.
And I’ll never have a child
to kiss goodnight anymore!

 

HT to Biblical Womanhood for this lovely reminder.

 

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