Slow Dance
This not a story about Mom, but a poem I came across that I thought was important to share. It was supposedly written by a young girl who was terminally ill, however, I am not able to substantiate it. A thought provoking poem just the same. Enjoy.... Mary
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
play on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?
Ever follow a
Butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun
into the fading night?
........
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
Do you run through each day
on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?",
do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores
running through your head?
........
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
Ever told your child,
we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste
not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
let a good friendship die,
cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?
........
Better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
When you run so fast
to get somewhere,
do you miss half the fun of getting there?
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
it is like an unopened gift,
thrown away.
........
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music,
before the song is over....