These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Waiting

Christmas week in restful house.
Drink a cup of tea.
Sip it slowly. Await the spouse.
These colorful lights we see.

Heavy load of work this week.
Wait for Joe's warm bliss.
Quiet moments, those we seek,
coffee cup to kiss.

The season's peace is hard to catch
'mid things we ought to do,
but when it's o'er there stands a patch
of waiting when we're through.

Waiting in this Christmas rush
is often hard to feel.
To stand, and stare, and breathe, and hush
makes Hope to seem more real.

A comfy chair, a piping cup,
while waiting takes its time.
Some presents unbought when time was up,
but heart renewed was prime.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 21st, 2021