I Took His Hand...

This is one of my favorite poems and I am trying to incorporate it into my son's scrapbook. These pictures remind me of making Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen. A little guy comes in the kitchen and asks can I go outside. A few minutes later, I go to check on the turkey, and look out the back door and spy timid little boy throwing piles of leaves in the air. I stopped. Stood. Put the hot pads down and grabbed the camera. It was incredible fun and it was the best turkey dinner we had later that day.

I Took His Hand and Followed

My dishes went unwashed today,

I didn’t make the bed.

I took his hand and followed

Where his eager footsteps led.

O yes, we went adventuring,

My little son and I…

Exploring all the great outdoors

Beneath the summer sky.

We waded in a crystal stream,

We wandered through a wood…

My kitchen wasn’t swept today

But life was gay and good.

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade

And now my small son knows

How Mother Bunny hides her nest,

Where Jack-in-the-pulpit grows.

We watched a Robin feed her young,

We climbed a sunlit hill…

Saw a cloud-sheep scamper

Through the sky,

We plucked a daffodil.

That my house was neglected,

That I didn’t brush the stairs,

In twenty years, no one on earth

Will know, or even care.

But that I’ve helped my little boy

To noble manhood grow,

In twenty years, the whole wide world

May look and see and know.

Author Unknown.

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