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.
2 comments:
LOVE!!!!! I have this poem in a scrapbook with pictures of my boys. Makes me teary every time I read it and see how quickly my little men have grown. The pictures you posted to go along with it *beautifully* illustrate the wonderful words!!! LOVE this! Looks like maybe you had an outing to the Nature Center?
Oh so sweet Anna! What perfect pictures to illustrate the poem--gives me that good kind of heart hurt. When it is all said and done we truly do have them such a short time, and what an incredible blessing that time is.
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