Patience
by Chrissy
It is impossible to predict
how many times we will travel this insurmountable hill.
My persistant love
Your bitter self-will
There is someting to be said of patience
So I hold on to what I know is sacred.
The beckoning clouds tell me, there is more then simple storms to come.
I grasp your heart when you try to run.
And to what do you run to?
Is there something you need that I cannot do?
Each sunrise we ponder, each path we wander is merely a note we play in a grand symphony.
I provide the sonnets and you the melody.
Will I ever be the Mommy you need me to be?
In the darkness, with all the monsters and scarry things, I know it is me that you yearn to see.
Slaying the dragons, and destroying the enemy. I am fearful now that that is not enough to make you free.
You wonder now, should you dance and play, or forever stay in your misery.
And you still cannot see, that you are everthing to me.
And there is something to be said for patience. And I still hold on to what I know is sacred.
I Love you, Rianne
