Work Waits!

'Why are you holding me? I'm a big boy' said Grandsonny 

as I scooped him up in my other arm as we walked across the yard. 

He looked across at his sister who is The Baby 

and wanted to make sure I wasn't mistaking him as one! 

'Oh, I know you're a Big Boy' I reassured him as I kissed his curls.

 'but sometimes Grandma wants to hold the world in her arms'

A bit of a challenge to capture nice keepsakes at this stage...

youngsters don't necessarily look at the camera or smile on command😀
especially if there is a cool tractor going by!

Work waits; but not the little lad or lass with silken curls

And not the bloom where petal-plume its brief bearing unfurls

And not the scene of June’s lush green soon scorched by July heat

And not the tune tapped by the metronome of child’s bare feet

And not the he or she that pulls toward life’s wanderlust

And not the frame dawn hoists and dusk folds back into the dust

Work waits; but not the season spilling wonder wild and free

Work waits, thank God or else there never could be poetry 

So take the time to climb the hill, dash through Wander-lands gates

Or hold to heart's content the child and be glad that work waits

How sad if all we have to celebrate at End of Day

Is to-do lists completed while the fledgling flew away

© Janet Martin