I sighed and stared at a distraction --
             the ceiling, while one
    brought me tea, I confessed
to thoughts that ran
          the gamut "and time
     is limited." The girls gently
               cooed, and tattooed
                       Alaska
            with respect and an app-
                   reciation for the most valu-
                       able tears of pride.
    The message was pithy and concise
            just like me
        a few months prior, before
             a God-given resource that grew
          together, into
                heavy-duty materialism
   provided for the family. God gives us
        time to choose how
                 to waste it. He doesn't like
     to seem so much more enlightened
                                 than the rest of us but
                  He talked about respect
              for nature, and was adamant about using
   every part of any children with special needs.
                        As my mom had warned me years before,
       I wasn't listening. I remembered the
              Old Testament story of
    "There's nothing alive in there."