To my grown son

The following poem came from an unknown author on Miguel Murillo’s blog. I liked it so much that I am translating it. It will not rhyme or anything I am sure but I thought you might enjoy it! I have failed in this in many ways both with my parents and children.

My hands were busy all day
I didn’t have enough time to play
The little games that you ask me for
I didn’t have enough time for you

I washed your clothes, sewed and cooked
But when you bought me a coloring book
And asked me to please share your delight
I said a little later son.

At night I put you to bed all safe
I heard your prayers and turned off the light
Later on tiptoes I walked softly towards the door
I would have liked to stay just one more minute.

Life is short and the years pass so quickly
A small child grows so rapidly
He is not longer at your side
His precious secrets to share.

The coloring books are all put up
There are no more games to play
No more good night kisses, nor prayers to hear
All that is part of yesterday.

My hands, once so busy, now are quiet
The longs days are difficult to fill
I wish that I could go back and do
The little things that you asked me to do.

Mis manos estaban ocupadas en el día;
No tuve bastante tiempo para jugar
Los pequeños juegos que me pediste…
No tuve bastante tiempo para ti.

Lavaba tu ropa, cosía y cocinaba;
Pero cuando me traías un libro de dibujos
Y me pedías que por favor compartiera tu disfrute,
Yo decía: Un poco más tarde, hijo.

En la noche te metía en la cama todo asegurado,
Oía tus oraciones, apagaba la luz,
Luego de puntillas caminaba con suavidad hasta la puerta…
Me hubiera gustado permanecer un minuto más.

La vida es corta, los años pasan de prisa…
Un niño pequeño crece muy rápido.
Ya no está a tu lado,
Sus preciosos secretos a confiar.

Los libros de dibujos guardados;
Ya no hay juegos que jugar.
No más besos de buenas noches, ni oraciones que escuchar
Todo eso es parte del ayer.

Mis manos, ocupadas una vez, ahora están quietas.
Los días son largos y difíciles de llenar,
Yo quisiera poder regresar y hacer,
Las pequeñas cosas que me pediste que hiciera.

Autor desconocido.

1 thought on “To my grown son”

  1. Cats in the Cradle
    by Harry Chapin

    http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Cats-in-the-Cradle-lyrics-Cat-Stevens/108CCBC26BD96CF748256FAB0005F867

    My child arrived just the other day
    He came to the world in the usual way
    But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
    He learned to walk while I was away
    And he was talking before I knew it and as he grew
    He said, “I’m gonna be like you, Dad,
    You know I’m gonna be like you”

    And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man in the moon
    When you comin home, dad, I don’t know when,
    But we’ll get together then, Son,
    You know we’ll have a good time then.

    My son turned ten just the other day
    He said “Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on lets play
    can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today,
    I got a lot to do” He said “Thats okay”
    And then he walked away but his smile never dimmed
    And said “I’m gonna be like him, yeah
    You know I’m going to be like him”

    And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin home, dad, I dont know when,
    But we’ll get together then, Son,
    You know we’ll have a good time then.

    Well he came from college just the other day
    So much like a man I just had to say,
    “Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?”
    He shook his head, and he said with a smile

    “What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
    See you later, can I have them please?”

    And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin home, Son, I dont know when,
    But we’ll get together then, Dad,
    You know we’ll have a good time then.

    I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away
    I called him up just the other day……..
    I said “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind”
    He said “I’d love to Dad, if I could find the time.
    You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
    But It’s sure nice talking to you, Dad,
    It’s been sure nice talking to you……..”
    And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
    He’d grown up just like me,
    My boy was just like me…………..

    And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin home, Son, I dont know when,
    But we’ll get together then, Dad
    We’re gonna have a good time then.

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