January 12, 2011

{where god sleeps nights}


now is the time to get things done...
wade in the water
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door,
explore the world in a boy just four.

now is time to study books,
flowers,
snails,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up."
where god sleeps nights
why mosquitoes take such big bites.

later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor-

later on...when he's not just four.

irene foster, -"time is of the essence"
{taken from :: a mother's heart :: by jean fleming}


{linked at Supermom}

2 comments:

  1. I stopped by for a visit from supermom's hop...and just HAD to leave a comment. what a beautiful little poem, even though my kiddies are all grown and gone this touched my heart because, I do remember when they were 4. Oh so sweet...I am staying and visiting awhile, a new follower I will be!

    blessings,
    melody

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  2. Hi Melissa! Thanks for stopping by my blog. I've been reading and really enjoying yours. I am a reader as well and love all of the quotes you incorporate into your beautiful writing and photographs. Looking forward to getting to "know" you a little better through this blog community.

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