This is a moving poem written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York hospital. Adults often underestimate the feelings of their children and how close they are to God. Let this remind you of how sensitive our children can be.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed 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?
You’d better slow down
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.
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
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.
CONCLUSION
The young author of this poem expresses her appreciation for life and encourages us to do the same.
Let me know if this touched you as it did me. It makes you appreciate life more and want to take time to smell the roses. What do you think?