Come Play With Me

homeschool poem

Our grandbaby Rachel with her loving mother Melanie

 

Come Play With Me

Passing through her kitchen,

I saw dishes waiting there. . .

A basket full of laundry

Beside a rocking chair.


Her house was clean, but much undone-

I wondered, “Where is she

That order is not all about

As time approaches three?”


And then I heard her voice so young,

The house at once was gay. . .

And I saw her children gathered close

To where she knelt in play.


She jumped upon her feet in haste,

And came to welcome me—

And for the lack of order

Gave this thoughtful repartee.


“It seems that work will always wait,

While time is never still. . .

I like to, while my children’s here,

Drink of them my fill.


I know in years ahead they’ll think

Not of my work all done,

But how they loved their days at home

And shared with me their fun.


And when their paths lie far from mine

And life can ordered be

The memories of the joys we knew

Will be a song for me.


The song fills a mother’s heart

At end of every day. . .

Who never could refuse the plea

To “Come with me and play”.

 

—Harriet Elmblad

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