Wednesday, July 13, 2011

If You Were My Boy...

If you were my boy, I'd never have to wait again.

Not for a phone call full of sweet whispers in between meetings and not for a much-needed hug when I much-needed one and not for good morning kisses beginning at midnight and turning into good afternoon smooches around noon and not for breakfast in bed in the middle of the day.




You'd keep me occupied happily while my nails dried and client meetings continued on and on and on and soups simmered and stomachs rumbled and doctors took their sweet time. There would be no need to anticipate Christmas or my birthday or even the Fourth of July; every day would be a holiday if you were my boy. With fireworks, of course.

If you were my boy, I'd never have to wait again. Except this...

I'll wait a lifetime for you.

What are you waiting for? Or who? Tell me, please? I adore this light...