Poem: Mother, Take the Time

Photo by Avalee Crawford

I used to race, I used to hurry, I used to fret and frown and worry.

My children thought they had new names–“Hurry Up” and “We’re Gonna Be Late”!

Even when we were at home–laundry, cleaning, answer the phone…

I never had the extra time to sit and cherish these children of mine.

But in His grace the Lord broke through

And I saw everything anew.

We have but only a few days here, to love and share and pull them near.

And while there’re things that must be done,

Our lives are like the setting sun.

While its light is burning bright, before we face, alone, the night,

Let’s stop the madness of this race–

Let’s take back a slower pace!

Look into those grinning faces,

Plan your day with lots of spaces.

Grab a hand and take a walk, listen while your children talk.

Let them show you childhood things,

Take turns laughing on the swing.

Snuggle up beside the fire, kiss the hurt left by a brier.

Meet them with a morning smile, go out and fish a little while.