Time Is Of The Essence

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 with a boy just four.

Now is the 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.

{Time is of the Essence}

by

Irene Foster