Not Just a Granny

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?
And why are you waiting? 

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
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?
Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see her sorrow?
Ever lost touch?
Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say ‘Hi’? 

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race. Take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over. 

Cherish all those around you, be they friends, family or colleagues
and appreciate all they do. 

‘Life may not be a total bed of roses…  but in amongst the thorns, there is a beautiful bud waiting to bloom!’ 

“All that really belongs to us is time, even they who have nothing else, have that” Baltasar Gracian