Waiting
One
Two
Three
Days, months, years, decades
8th month of the year
For in 6-8 months
Spring will return,
So will the worn tan boots,
Hopefulness of standing with weight inside.
Not resting, within a box that dawns Red, White, and Blue.
Star’s twinkling from the tired, resting soul that lay beneath it.
But, the super hero that stands before the little feet in front.
Giggles, Laughter, Sigh’s of calm water works.
“DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!!!!”
“MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!!!!”
“LOOK, SEE, SEE, I CAN DO THIS NOW!!!!”
Chant’s from the little feet bouncing from one step to another.
Soon they count.
The calendar pages flying off the wall, towards the tired tan boots.
Preparing for use again.
Three
Two
One
Waiting