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There is Time Yet


Grandmother,

know of your rest;

Grandfather,

repent and regret.

 

Mother,

we need not yell;

Father,

the distance will mend;

Sister,

secrets are fickle things;

Brother,

immaturity does not become us.

 

Aunt,

anger will fade;

Uncle,

change is a part of us;

Cousin,

fear is not the way.

 

But there is time yet.

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