What does a broken cookie jar matter?
Or cracker crumbs you scatter
Upon the front room rug?
Or pencil marks upon the wall;
Or skates left lying in the hall?
Those things, are all
So trivial, so small,
Now, that you’re tucked in bed,
And fast asleep, my curly-head!
Oh, I could weep
Because I scolded so.
How swiftly small days go.
Another’s ticked away.
Tomorrow I’ll be understanding… gay!
CHRISTIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION