I enjoy Facebook for what I discover on that site.
I try to ignore or filter out all the ranting and raving that fills its pages - at least - that is my goal.
This little poem was pulled from Facebook.
It spoke to me in a way that no other poem has.
I felt compelled to share it on my blog
- a place to share, a place to save bits of wisdom when they are discovered elsewhere.
Hope this poem speaks to you as well.
4 comments:
It's a nice poem. I actually do dust, but not . . . well, it's more of an imperfect whirlwind, and would probably make Martha Stewart cringe!
This speaks right to me! I'd rather do all the other things than dust.
Loved the poem . . .
Saved it and you might see it on FB again soon . . .
Every two weeks I have someone who dusts, vacumns, cleans the bathrooms.
Twenty five years . . . she has been with me.
Best thing I ever did for myself years ago when I was working.
She is GOLDEN.
No Dust!
I copied this poem from somewhere when my chIldren were small and it was a good reminder of what is important, isn't it?
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