A Few Minutes Late

A busy wife and mom, she always seemed late But she didn’t know why, at times she would wait When a sense of urgency was of great import Especially to those waiting, most in need of her support For those of us wondering, “How could she always take so long?” Since it wasn’t obvious why, oft was heard a car horn But many times I noticed, even as a small lad There was intent in her lateness, usually to aid something or someone who had A need greater than ours, or those we were meeting Like our dogs needed water, or the horses needed feeding Or, stopping to talk to an elderly neighbor Who had just learned of an illness that caused them great labor There was the time when she stopped the car to explain something of import We got to ask many questions, she never cut us short I also remember a stressful day, one where we were late for carpool And an irate father took it out on her, very un cool Later that night I could hear her crying as we went to sleep And I prayed for an angel to visit and tell her not to weep And to show her how her small decisions to be late Greatly affect people and other’s lives, which then go on to create Such a wonderful world for us all to enjoy If we just keep in mind, that if all of us too employed A sometimes-slight hesitation, a thought of others before plunging ahead We’d all get to experience a life with more threads That fulfills that promise to our creator who asked Only that we fill our lives with greater weight And maybe, just maybe, it’s because we’re a few minutes late