You chafe each day--
You feel ensnared
By high school walls
And peevish peers.
You pour the moments
on the ground--
I weep to watch them
splashing down.
Take a taste
Before you spill;
Heart and mind
And spirit fill.
Time: mounded not
Like sandy dunes
But separate jeweled
Peacock plumes
Must be admired,
Stroked, and worn
Before from us,
Time is torn.
I cringe lest
You wish away
The fabric of
Our family
In premature Eternity.