Too Late

Too Late short poem

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I never told you little girl how much I loved your dancing
how I loved your little curls
and your button nose

I never told you little girl how much I loved your singing
always too busy to tell you
and now it’s too late

I never told you little girl how much I loved your reading
how smart I thought you were
and how proud I was of you

I never told you little girl how much I loved your laughter
how it made me feel inside
how much it made me smile

I never told you little girl until now-and now is too late
how I wish I’d told you everything
but now it’s just too late

I never told you little girl how special you were to me
how I watched as you played
how I hurt when you were hurt

I never told you little girl all the joy you brought to my life
how you were such a blessing
why was I too busy?

I never told you little girl all these beautiful things
you were so precious and I should’ve told you
but now it’s just too late

I am ashamed, there is no excuse for why I never took the time
I regret never choosing you over what I thought was so important
because now without you-NOTHING is important

I cry myself to sleep everynight upon your bed
I finally have all the time
but now it’s too late
now it’s just too late

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Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
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