Precious moments re-sketched anew

sometimes the path we take in life; means leaving someone behind, and knowing that I hurt you most; is always 

on my mind.

This was the first time I ever left you; I know that I let you down, I find myself " making excuses" just to

have you around.

I see that you've adjusted well; and you really are okay, and I know that it is my own fault; it was I who

went away.

I know that it's not fair to you; and I don't deserve your time, and though I gave you life; don't mean you have 

share mine.

You may be grown now; but in my eye's your still my babies, and it's hard to "just let go"; when you mean the

world to me.

So I reach-out through my grandchildren; precious moments re-sketched, anew, footprints in my heart that

walk beside you.

This is what I sacrificed; by leaving so you could move on, I never abandoned anyone but me; a lie I've told

so long.

I hurt you and your angry; you take time for me "for you", and I'll cherish every moment; accepting the things you

say and do.

For you are my own creation; because of me you're who you are, but if you ever need me; no mile will seem

too far.