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Don't Wait Until I Am Gone Motivational Poem

Don’t Wait Until I Am Gone Motivational Poem

Here is the “Don’t Wait Until I Am Gone” Motivational Poem by Jennifer Fernandes!

According to the Author: My father handed it in two years ago, inside six weeks of his diagnosis. Since each of my mother and father lived with me, I spent a super deal of time with him. I sold him playing cards simply because. I informed him I cherished him all the time, even when he made me mad. Although I was once grieved on his passing, the way we lived gave me comfort, and I was once in a position to let go of my grief in a well-timed manner. This poem is simply a reminder to all of us that existence is very precious. We are right here today, however, what if the next day by no means comes.

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Don’t Wait Until I Am Gone Motivational Poem

Treat me with love, dignity, respect and compassion
Now as I am healthy, vibrant and alive.
Don’t wait to hear that I am sick and dying
To love me the way I was meant to be loved.
Bring me flowers and candy on any day just because.
Don’t wait for a holiday, love and cherish me every day.
Tell me I am beautiful.
See my beauty in my body and soul.
Don’t wait to see that I am disfigured
And then tell me that I am beautiful
Because you think that is what I want to hear.
Talk to me lovingly now so I can hear your beautiful voice
And listen to the ringing of your laughter.
Don’t try to talk to me that way now
That I am deaf and can no longer hear your sweet voice.
Speak words of love and compassion
So I can remember those conversations
Even though I may not be able to hear them again.
Come one day and you will be sad, you will be sorry!
Treat me like a human being with a life
That needs to be lived my way…not yours!
Remember that our Creator gave you your own life
To live the way you please.
Leave me to live mine!!
I do not tell you what you should or should not do…
I just listen and give you support.
Why can’t you do the same?
I am this way and you are that way.
That’s because we are different…
We are unique…can’t we compromise?
Bury the hatchet and move along.
Free your body, free your soul.
Let’s just take the precious time
We have now to live and to love…
Everything else will slowly fall into place.
Now I am sick and dying.
You are now trying to love me, to bring me flowers,
To stroke my hair and to speak loving words.
Why did we waste all those years, all that time…
Just to be where we are now,
Now when I am too weak, too sick to enjoy your gifts?
Love me now…
As your sister, your brother,
Your husband, your wife,
Your niece, your nephew,
Your daughter, your son…
Don’t wait until it is too late!
Don’t wait until I am gone…

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