Impatient I
Await like
A child
Upstairs on
Christmas morn
Or the
Family dog
At the
Gate or
Even as
Cream for
Your coffee
Yet I
Don’t know
Which is
Sweeter the
Hope of
Happiness or
The memories
It brings
Impatient I
Await like
A child
Upstairs on
Christmas morn
Or the
Family dog
At the
Gate or
Even as
Cream for
Your coffee
Yet I
Don’t know
Which is
Sweeter the
Hope of
Happiness or
The memories
It brings