Your Children / On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of lifes longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, nor taries with yesterday.

Just found this poem and thought it was gorgeous. Definately not advice my mother needs but something she always holds dear and follows, though I don't know if she has ever seen this. It's here to remind me that as and when and if, this is something I too ought to be mindful of!
ebb: (Cheeky)
( Oct. 5th, 2005 01:13 pm)
[Level - Public]

There is. A fly. Or two.
That have chosen to do as they do.
Around my desk
They're such a pest
I'd kill 'em, but they know I'd like to!

Little sods keep landing on my hand and tickling as I try to type, then fly up to my screen and walk cheekily along the top of my flat panel. ARGH!
[Level - Public]

Oh sweet biscuit of magnificence!
I bow at your feet.
Not one can I devour.
No! I need two at least.

My diet is suffering,
My willpower is waning.
Within the hour,
There's merely 2 remaining.

A grown woman of 25
You'd think I'd have learned
That a flat tum needs worked on,
Each calorie burned.

Yet I sit here, still munching
Enjoying the crunch
Of your sweet biscuit goodness,
Avoiding my (healthy) lunch.

Needless to say boys and girls, today has not been a very healthy eating type day. Oops!


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