{where god sleeps nights}

{photo}

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}