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| Slow Dance Mean Mums Crabby Old Woman |
| Simply Stunning! A beautiful and profound experience 3 guided meditations on one CD. Access higher wisdom, intuition and insights. Change habits, release fears and activate healing energies. Buy Now Full description. Read what others say Sound samples and instant downloads |
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.
Mean Mums
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the Logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mum told me: I loved
you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time
you
would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your New best
friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned
your
room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in
my eyes.
Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions
even when the penalties were so Harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . .
to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday
when
your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates
parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mum mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother In
the
whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have
cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for
lunch, we
had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a
dinner that
was different from what other kids had, too. Mother insisted on knowing
where
we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with
them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be
gone for an hour or less. We were ashamed to admit it, But she had
the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the
dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty
the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up.
They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While
everyone else
could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids
experienced.
None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property
or ever arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are
doing
our best to be mean parents just like Mum was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have
enough Mean mums!
Author unknown submitted by Sarah.
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital, it was
believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses
were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. It's
quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food,
And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe
Who, resisting or not
Let's you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me,
To see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing,
Young of their own,
And I think of the years,
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman,
And nature is cruel,
'Tis jest to make old age,
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone,
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living,
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact,
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer - see ME!!
Submitted by Shirley
www.reinventingmyself.com/inspirational20.html
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.
Mean Mums
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the Logic that
motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mum told me: I loved
you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time
you
would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your New best
friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned
your
room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in
my eyes.
Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions
even when the penalties were so Harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . .
to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday
when
your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates
parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mum mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother In
the
whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have
cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for
lunch, we
had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a
dinner that
was different from what other kids had, too. Mother insisted on knowing
where
we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with
them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be
gone for an hour or less. We were ashamed to admit it, But she had
the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the
dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty
the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up.
They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While
everyone else
could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids
experienced.
None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property
or ever arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are
doing
our best to be mean parents just like Mum was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have
enough Mean mums!
Author unknown submitted by Sarah.
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital, it was
believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses
were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. It's
quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food,
And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe
Who, resisting or not
Let's you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me,
To see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing,
Young of their own,
And I think of the years,
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman,
And nature is cruel,
'Tis jest to make old age,
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone,
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living,
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact,
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer - see ME!!
Submitted by Shirley
www.reinventingmyself.com/inspirational20.html
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