This poem was written by Belinda Emmett after she found out she was dying from breast cancer. It touched me and made me question whether my problems really were as big or important as I thought.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for a day
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted into a rose before it melted in storage
I would have talked less and listened more I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded
I would have eaten popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.