No Time Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

NO TIME

I had no time to tell you
What you really meant to me,
Because you were so young
Because you were so free.

I didn't get to know your heart
Or teach new things to you,
because, my precious child,
Your life was just too new.

But you gave me a gift
More precious then is known;
A piece of God's most precious Love
A gift to me alone.

You brought the face of Jesus
Back into my life again
You touched me with, your goodness,
Placed into my shaking hand.

I had no time to love you
No time for life's sweet passion,
But one day soon, in Heaven's Home
That existance, God will fashion.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©7-7-06