Dear mother, years are short;
This window of time is small.
Lesser things can wait awhile;
These dear ones need your all.
Shun the world's voices
That call you out the door,
To yield to prideful choices
That would little lives ignore.
You only have this season
To cherish and enjoy
This time when you are everything
To a little girl or boy.
Yes, some days grow weary;
You think you'll never win.
You think it's best to be away;
But I urge you, think again.
Your gifts can still find purpose;
Don't sacrifice what's best.
God will open avenues
As in His plan you rest.
Focus on this season
To give these children all.
He'll give you strength to rise again
Each time you trip or fall.
Find creative outlets
To serve outside your doors,
Without neglecting those inside.
Just for a blink they're yours.
For children are God's kingdom
And as you seek Him first.
He'll satisfy your longings
And fulfill your greatest thirst.
Souls will live forever;
But earthly things will pass.
Deny yourself; embrace this time;
It goes by oh, so fast.
2018, Val Halloran
www.valhalloran.com
Painting: Franziska Schenkel: “Mother with Child on a Meadow”