“Hurry up honey, I say, hurry hurry, as she runs along two or three steps behind me her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down. Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave? To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?” ChildrenPoetryPoemMindfulnessParentsRushingFamiliesHurryingLiving In The Moment Book:The Kingdom of Ordinary Time: Poems Source: The Kingdom of Ordinary Time: Poems
