Hurry up and wait kills me.
Yet I sense wonderful things there
in a distant, hard-won future
of a quiet and clean home
visited often by family and friends
But mine. All mine. Sacredly mine.
Until then, I've given up resentment
that absolutely nothing is mine alone.
I have these awesome people to ensure every nook and cranny of this house we call home is filled to bursting.
I may have no patience, but I have love in spades!!!