my son grows up(dad's version)

My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
But when you'd bring your teddy bear
and ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say "A little later son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
and hear your prayers, turn off the light,
then tiptoe softly to the door.
I wish I could have stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past.
A little boy grows so fast.
No longer is he at my side.
His precious secrets to confide.
The teddy bears are put away,
there are no longer games to play,
No goodnight kiss, nor prayers to hear.
those all belong to yesteryears.
My hands 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...