By Leila Hussein
Puddles.
Let me never stop jumping in puddles.
When I’m 80, I still want to be the kind of girl
(and I say girl because I will be),
who dreams and blows kisses
at life on a sea breeze.
Swings.
Let me never stop going on swings.
Let the winter time not touch my heart
too late like the others,
let me discover my wings
even more as I get older.
Clouds.
Let me never stop wishing on a cloud,
and feeling my own magnificence
envelop me as I look to the sky and what I can be,
what I really am.
Dandelions.
Let me never stop blowing
dandelions down the street,
chuckling as they flee,
like a bale of hay
skipping merrily in my heart.
I am so glad for the art of living,
for the song in my heart that wills me
to get up in the morning and sing.
And dream.
For the little girl in me
Who likes to dream big.
And who will never die,
I hope.
So if you see me skipping on raindrops
down the street at age 90, please join me.
And remind me of this poem.
I will be glad to meet your acquaintance
and dance with you.
Cherry pies.
Never let me stop from wanting
to eat them when they are red hot,
because the child in me
can’t stop herself from tasting it.
A person’s touch.
Let me never become immune to it.
Ever.
Jazz.
Never let me stop feeling it in my spirit,,
even as the wind whispers age.
Fairy tales.
Let me never stop telling them,
to my nephew, my nieces or to myself.
Laughter.
Let me never stop chuckling.
Belly-ripping roars that threaten
to overcome me and have me hunched over
with tears that pour.
Babies.
Let me never stop learning from them.
As their eyes melt forth and speak of a wisdom,
a heart centuries old.
Flowers.
Let me never stop smelling them,
standing in awe at their beauty.
Let me never forget my surroundings
and tune it all out,
nature and its entirety.
Hope.
Let it never leave me.
Even when faith has forgotten its way.
Love.
Let it never stop bleeding out of me.
Every tiny essence of it.
Songs.
Let them never leave me.
Even when there is silence around.
Water.
Let it always lead the way home.
And keep me strong and healed,
connecting me to truth.
Mud.
Let me dance in it. Barefoot.
Preferably with people I love.
But alone is good too.
The Sea.
Let it never stop calling me,
inviting me to lay in its rhythms,
and soothe myself at ocean floor.
The Sky.
Let me always look up at it.
Wondering about the heights
I will climb in my time left on this earth.
Life.
Let me never believe the myth
that it is long, arduous or hard.
Let me always be willing
to let it in just one more time..
Until the sun comes up once more.
via Let’s Dance. | Rebelle Society.
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