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3/2/2008 Hello March1/19/2008 ListenThe sun rises
The gentle winds blow
A bird sings
A dog barks
As a cat scampers across the street.
I Listen.
The planes fly high
The cars racing on the expressway
The steam from office buildings
The horns truckers blow
As the day moves on.
I Listen.
Food cooks for lunch
News on the TV
Neighbors wave to one another
No one says a word
Like have a nice day.
I Listen.
A baby's cry
A mother is gone
A father who is abstent
A family that is heart broken
No time for love to be shown.
I Listen.
The evening sun sets
People are scrounging around
Someone goes out for entertainment
While other yearn and pine
Yet are just left alone.
I Listen.
Someone goes to bed
With their hearts at ease
While others can't sleep
For responsibility runs rampant
Deep inside their heads.
I Listen.
With a glimpse of hope
Situations compare the same
Everyone sees a problem
Their tested pressures go unsaid
But reaches to overcome even the deepest threat.
I Listen.
The disdainment of understanding
The profanity of omission
The devastation of neglect
The destruction of relationships
And the separation of commitments.
I Listen.
The sun rises as the planes fly
Food cooks as babies cry
The sun again sets
And someone goes to bed
But with a glimpse of hope.
I Listen.
~ Cecelia Weir
****I love this poem. Just think about what the author is saying as you read it. It really makes you stop and think. 7/9/2006 Childhood Doesn't Wait~ by Kathie Davis
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away.
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat upon your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone,
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've known.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
'cause there's no time to talk,
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear. |
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