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

And if

You’re lucky

You find

A little

Piece of

Heaven on

Earth an

Orchid a

Skipping stone

Your laughter

Bean it’s

These small

Things that

Reminds me

That the

Joys of

Paradise indeed

Are around

Me every

Single day