Thanks to Lou for the beautiful poem below.
If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two,
to stop and say that "I love you," instead of assuming that you know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well,
I'm sure you'll have so many more, So I can let this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance to make everything all right.
There will always be another day to say our "I love you's,"
and certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's."
But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all we get,
I'd like to say how much I love you and hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So, if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,
that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or kiss,
and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear,
tell them how much you love them, and that you"ll always hold them dear.
Take the time to say "I'm sorry" "please forgive me" "thank you" or "it's ok."
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.
--Source unknown
This poem is from my friend Tania from Austrailia. Thanks Tania.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools:
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.
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