walking in grey.

a torn between black and white.

20031119

 
itz juz another day of my live... i shall leave and not cry...

We, in this society are always busy and thus sometimes neglecting our
children...let us pause for a moment and reflect on these before we
miss their childhood...

Just for this morning, I am
going to step over the laundry,
and pick you up and take you to
the park to play..

Just for this morning, I will
leave the dishes in the sink,
and let you teach me how to put
that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will
unplug the telephone and keep
the computer off, and sit with
you in the backyard and blow
bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will
not yell once, not even a tiny
grumble when you scream and
whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will buy you one if he
comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't
worry about what you are going
to be when you grow up, or second
guess every decision I have made
where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let
you help me bake cookies, and I won't
stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take
us to McDonald's and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold
you in my arms and tell you a story
about how you were born and how
much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let
you splash in the tub and not get
angry.

Just for this evening, I will let
you stay up late while we sit on the
porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will
snuggle beside you for hours,
and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run
my finger through your hair
as you pray, I will simply be
grateful that God has given me the
greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers
And fathers who are searching
for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are
visiting their children's graves
instead of their bedrooms, and
mothers and fathers who are in
hospital rooms watching their
children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside that they
can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I
will hold you a little tighter, a
little longer. It is then, that I will
thank God for you, and ask
him for nothing, except one more day......

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