Looking Back, by Anna Marie Lawrence

I wish I’d done it differently,
My child-rearing years.
I wish I would have always tried
To wipe those little tears.

I would have liked to raise my child
With much more tender care.
To take the time to talk and joke;
To stroke my young one’s hair.

I wish I’d prayed with him each night
Both on our bended knee.
I would have thanked my Lord and God
For all He gave to me.

Although I did the best I could
With all I had, you see,
Looking back on those childcare years,
Wish I’d done it differently.