Magical Mama Nancy shared this poem and I had to pass it on. It speaks to me! Anybody who’s seen my living room will understand why.
DUST IF YOU MUST
Dust if you must but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Remember, a house becomes a home when
you can write “I love you” on the furniture….
Who’s up for making some more messes (and then cleaning them up together)? :) Happy Wednesday!