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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I Took His Hand and Followed




I Took His Hand and Followed


My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.

 
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky

 
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But life was gay and good.


We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.


We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.

 
That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.


But that I've helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.

-unknown-

5 comments:

  1. What a beautiful reminder. Thank you.

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  2. This reminds of me "I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep." So, so true. But I don't know if I really believe you left your dishes unwashed and bed unmade, Miss OCD :-) Heehee!

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  3. Did you write that? I love it!

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  4. Beautiful!! I may have to steal it for a blog post sometime!

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  5. Love that poem, beautiful and a wonderful reminder of what's really important! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and your advice for when I go back to work!

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