Wednesday, March 4, 2009


My sister-in-law, Nikki, posted a very sweet post on her blog inspired by her five boys and she,in turn, inspired me to post this. A while back I came across the poem If by Rudyard Kipling and it said everything that I wanted to say to Milo but couldn't quite think how. I've wanted to frame it and hang it in his room but I haven't gotten around to it yet. Chris thought it might be a little old for him but I thought that was okay it would be something for him to grow into!


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!


Shannah said...
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Shannah said...

This is the poem my mom hung for my sister and me, definitely, but I don't know who it's by:

Nessa said...

If is one of my very favorite poems. When Tristen was turning a year old, I had it done in calligraphy on a beautful background and out it in his baby book for later. It says it all so well.