Feb 8, 2011

Slow Dance

Awesome email I received from my very cool Aunt =)
(Instead of just emailing it on, I also posted it here)


 Slow Dance
              
                This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.  She wants
to see how many people get her poem.  It is quite the poem!  Please pass it on.







 
 
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                This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
                New York Hospital.  It was sent by a medical doctor.



                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.



What a lovely and thoughtful message, God Bless the author, senders of the email message, and all who take something away from reading it =)
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Stephanie Haile aka Wavecritter Google Me =)