Priorities

Come with me he whispered, as he put his hand in mine.
His eagerness was touching, but I didn't have the time
With floors to sweep and beds to make and dishes in the sink
Bills to pay and clothes to wash I really didn't think
I could spare one single moment from my busy day.
He waited quite impatiently, he would not go away

Come with me, he said again, you really have to see
What I have discovered ... outside in the tree
A Mama bird with baby birds was perched up on a limb
The Daddy bird was oh so busy ... fetching seeds for them.
All their beaks were open wide, their chirping was quite loud
Daddy bird flew back and forth to feed the hungry crowd.
From her perch the Mama bird surveyed her hungry brood.
Looking warily about she had no time for food.

We stood there watching quietly, his eyes shone bright with glee,
He turned and said "Now Mommy, aren't you glad you came with me?"
Hours had passed, the day grew late, the chores remained undone.
That didn't seem important now, I'd spent time with my young son.

©Sharon Langan 3/25/01

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