I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise,
To kiss my children goodnight
At the close of everyday.
For I know too soon they're up and
Gone, and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
To kiss goodnight any more.
It's very strange how times have
Changed from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly
The time has flown so fast. 
For it seems like only yesterday
I helped him with his shirt.
Or pat my baby on the back,
Or kissed away a hurt. 
Tell a story, read a book,
Wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
The way they used to do. 
Once it was a bother,
Just a troublesome kind of chore,
But now I would give anything
To do it just once more. 
Mummy, bounce me on your knee,
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me
And help me comb my hair.
Mummy, tickle my tummy...
Daddy hold me high.
Let's go outside, for a while,
Or make a kite to fly... 
I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise,
To kiss my children goodnight
At the close of everyday. 
For I know too soon they're up and
Gone and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
To kiss goodnight anymore!  
~ Author Unknown ~ 
If anyone knows the author of this inspirational poem, I would
appreciate you emailing me with the author's name so that I  can
place the appropriate credit on this page.


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Artwork 'Precious Bundle' is used with written permission by
 
Tom Sierak

Midi Sequence by Harry Todd