My mummy was clearing our stuffs and packing stuffs that are supposed to bring over to our new house. And ta-ta! I saw my kindergarten report book. LOL. I was in Orchid I and Marigold I class. :D And in the report book, there's this poem that I love.

Hurry Up

"Hurry up," I always hear you say
"Or I'll leave you behind."
I hear those words the whole day long and though you are so very kind.
Most of the time I wish just once I'd hear you softly say, "Just take you time to tie your shoes or finish up your play."

The world is all so new to me, time has not dimmed my sight, and all around there's things to see that fill me with delight.
Do not catch me up in your round rush, your pressures I cannot stand.
Just slow down and look around and then you will understand.

Please let me take the time to look, to listen and to climb.
I'll miss some things along the way if I hurry all the time.
For some day you'll say, "Hurry up!"
When you're walking down the road.
You'll turn round and I'll be gone 'cause I hurried up and grown!

I find it meaningful because I've also noticed we tend to rush kids doing things. That's not the way, isn't it?

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