My daughter came home today.
She attended Makuhari Messe's campany explanation for universty students.
She was chosen as a representaive of her company.
She attended junior high school's explanation congress ,too.
I thought she becomesan an adult and works a very important roles.
To my grown-up daughter
My hunds were busy through the day.
I didn't have much time to play.
The little games you asked me to ,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And asked me please to share your fun,
I'd say,"A little later, daughter"
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your players, turn out the light,Then tiptoe softly to the door..
I wish I'd styed a minutes more.
For life is short, the years rush past..
A little b0y grows up so fast.
No longer is she at your side,Her precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss,no prayers to hear,
That all belongs o yesteryear.
My hunds once busy,now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do.
The little things you asked me to!