If I had the power to turn back the clock,
Go back to that house at the end of the block
The house that was HOME when I was a kid,
I know that I’d love it more now than I did.
If I could be back there at my mother’s knee,
And hear once again all the things she told me.
I’d listen as I never listened before,
For she knew so well just what life had in store.
And all the advice my dad used to give,
His voice I’ll remember as long as I live;
But it didn’t seem really important then;
What I’d give just to live it all over again.
And what I’d give for the chance I once had,
To do so much more for my mother and dad;
To give them more joy and a little less pain;
A little more sunshine — a little less rain.
But the years roll on and we cannot go back,
Whether we were born in a mansion or in a shack;
But we can start right now — in the hour that’s here
To do something more for the ones we hold dear.
And since time in its flight is traveling so fast;
Let’s not spend it regretting that which is past;
But let’s make tomorrow a happier day
By doing our “good to others”–TODAY!
I didn’t read it all, but I have to say I hated living in the homestead for years, it’s still not remodeled and never will be. Now that Mom & Dad are gone I know the importance of it now. I touch the same walls Mom leaned on or look at the trees Dad planted. Yes, it’s a Blessing to have raised our kids up in the same house I grew up in. My daughter slept in my room growing up & now, sleep overs with the granddaughters, well, they sleep in their moms & my room.
Thank You for the poem it was great but I skipped the sad stuff