Wishes

There’s no snow to be had around here; But it is somewhat cold and I wonder; What would it be like; To be given the title of Grandfather. I think it’s like; Never having spoken the words; Hello mother. It’s not going to happen but I insist on; Keeping my heart open; And continue to believe. I’ve been in some bad places; Of course I was hiding in the dark looking; For somewhere to call home. Feeling so abandoned; Unwittingly hurting; Those that cared the most. I’m still paying for that; I hope forgiveness comes; When all of this is finally over; And I get to; That place I can call home I’m keener on the getting to the end these days; I do the best I can to offer a hand when I can. I don’t blame anyone anymore; Not even myself. I expressed my sorrows; And confessed my regrets; And in so doing; I’ve come to know the gift of love; That perhaps I never had coming before. But perhaps that’s the way of it for us all Therein my friends; Like long ago before; My time or yours; From he and his; Who had no easy beginnings also. I wish us all; Love; Peace; And joy.