My Porch

For years I have longed for you

Each time we scooted through the door ladened with packages or escaping the downpour

You are wide and deep and a shelter from the sun and rain

How quickly I ave made you my daily companion

My bird watching post

My throne from which to watch all of the happenings of the street

Ava in the Morning

Her breath is warm and smells of sleep

Her legs long across my body almost touch the ground

How short a time ago they only reached my lap

I tell her I am grateful for her

because that is the only thing close enough to how this feels

Yes, I love her

but I am grateful that she is she and allows me to be this close

Waiting

As a child...

Waiting was my father frustratingly saying "if you need the answer now, it is 'no.' If you wait until tomorrow, the answer is 'maybe.'"

Now...

Waiting is my sign... To stop from saying what will only start a fight

Waiting  is my guide ... To what could be by not wrapping up in what has to be

Waiting is my answer.... To questions that life continues to throw

Waiting is my teacher... How to calm my heart and mind