IF I WERE GOD (Inspired by a very young mother)

I saw her hanging clothes upon a line
 A mother, slim and graceful, but too young.
Her eyes were wistful as she looked away
 From where her baby's sheer white dresses hung.
 She was so much the little girl herself,
 How could she know, so young, the worth of it;
How realize her baby's pricelessness?
 If I were God, I'd wait a little bit.
I'd wait until she learned the emptiness
 Of life, and had more years to play and smile
 And yearn for what she thinks binds her too fast.,
 If I were God, I'd wait a little while.

 -Revah Summersgill