Memory Making Days by Grace Noll Crowell

My hands swift moving through the hours
My feet that tread their daily round
My thoughts (God help me) in their hearts
Through after years will still be found.

I must walk softly, I must keep
a watch on all I do or say,
Perhaps, thus guarded, I shall make
Some lovely memory today.

I must move softly, I must keep
A watch upon my words and ways,
My children are so small, but these
are the memory-making days.

The days when their young minds will take
A clear-cut picture of my face;
Some little word I say will make
An imprint time will not erase