get this from sis ejmt and feel like sharing this my fellow readers.
If I had my child to raise again,
I'd build self esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger paint more,
And point the finger less.
I would 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 would run through more fields,
And gaze at more stars.
I would do more hugging and less tugging.
I would see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often, And affirm much more.
I'd care less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.
I'd build self esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger paint more,
And point the finger less.
I would 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 would run through more fields,
And gaze at more stars.
I would do more hugging and less tugging.
I would see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often, And affirm much more.
I'd care less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.
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4 comments:
I am going to leave a note that I was here. It's a bit longer a sentence than just 'hadir.'
It's never too late, unless of course you measure against P.Ramlee's 'Anak Ku Shazali.'
en bergen, thank you for your 'kehadiran' & positive comments . really appreciate that!
i think all mothers in the world want to give the best to their children.
am doing it a step at a time.
i love this entry. :)
maknenek dear,
thank you for visiting.
yes, lovely and meaningful poem kan?
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