Hello... Welcome to my poems and stories page 2. Below you will find poems and stories that have touched me. So pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable and I'll read these to you. I hope you enjoy them!
If I had My Child to Raise All Over Again
If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger paint more and point my finger less
I'd do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes
I would care to know less, and know to care more
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites
I'd stop playing serious and seriously play
I'd run through more fields, and gaze at more stars
I'd do more hugging and do less tugging
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later
I'd teach less about the love of power and more about the power of love.
By Diane Loomans
Cherish Today
For life is short, the years rush past.
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no more games to play.
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy now lie still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.
Anonymous
The Bathroom Door is Closed!
(I actually have this hanging on my bathroom door!)
Please do not stand here and talk, whine, or ask questions.
Wait until I get out.
Yes, it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, and I am not trapped.
I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in there, but it's been 10 years and I want some PRIVACY.
Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.
Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.
Do not go running back to the phone yelling "She's in the BATHROOM!"
Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.
Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were 2.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.
Do not slide pennies, LEGOs, or notes under the door. Even when you were 2 this got a little tiresome.
If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.
And yes, I still love you.
Mom
Author Unknown
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