I remember getting this from a friend that said they read it in a Dear Abby column a number of years back. From what I understand, this poem was found by a daughter who was going through her mother’s items in the attic after she had passed away. She realized she never had the chance to tell her mother how much she loved her. Perhaps we could all learn this lesson.
The Time is Now
author unknown
If you are ever going to love me,
love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow.
Love me now,
While I am living.
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiseled in marble
Sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me
Please tell me now
If you wait until I am sleeping
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us
And I will not hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am still living,
So I can treasure it.
