Waiting for a chill to pass before rising at dawn,
waiting
for the water to boil for tea
waiting
for the mail to come
waiting
for children to barge from the gate through the door
waiting
for their father to return from a journey
waiting
for darkness to force the family inside
waiting
for fire embers to die
waiting
for glances of love to forgive the pettiness of my day
waiting
for sleep to come
PLEASE remind me to wait when my temper flares..
TO wait past hurt or hate for words that heal..
...when I was a child, I needed love most when I deserved it the least.
