More To Think About;
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner
even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn
in the 'good' living room and
worried much less about the dirt
when someone wanted to
light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen
to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows
be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle
sculpted like a rose
before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn
with my children and not worried
about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less
while watching television -
and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility
carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed
when I was sick instead of pretending
the earth would go into a holding pattern
if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything
just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil or
was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy,
I'd have cherished every moment
and realized that the wonderment
growing inside me was the only chance
in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously,
I would never have said, "Later.
Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more
"I love you's"..
more "I'm sorrys"...
but mostly, given another shot at life,
I would seize every minute...
look at it and really see it...
and never give it back.
Be willing to give up all that you now are
to be all that you can become.
(by Erma Bombeck)
In memory of Erma Bombeck
who lost her fight with cancer.
A dream is a wish your heart makes,
When you are fast a sleep.
In dreams you will lose your heart aches,
Whatever you wish for, you keep!
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru!
No matter how your heart is breaking
If you keep on believing
The dreams that you wish for,
will come true!
(Walt Disney's Jimminy Cricket)
A spirit child, half-human
He is God's own next-of-kin
And he's crying for his mama
He don't like his mortal skin
He is asking all his questions
But his mama doesn't know
It's a funny kind of playground
Is there nowhere else to go?
And he knows that he can fly
Safely soar without his wings
'Cause his home is in the sky
While his mama softly sings
Snapping fibers of cocoon
Blinding brilliance of high noon
Wings unfolding, spreading, dry
Coast is clear, my darling--FLY!!
To make them laugh,
To make them cry,
Gives me a joy
Deep down inside.
Watching what they do
And giving to them endlessly,
Makes the love adjoining
Which I know was meant to be.
All they need to know
First that someone out there
Is willing to listen and
Really does care.
No matter what race;
They all look up at me
With that same loving face.
They may learn
From what I teach,
But also I learn
From what they preach.
Not only do I know
That I have done my job,
But most importantly
I have given love.
(Lisa La Rose)
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