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 time will come too quickly when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them or won't freely give a hug."
"The day will sneak up subtly just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time that your child sat on 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 chance disappears.
Author: KATHIE DAVIS
Her love is like an island
In life's ocean, vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.