The Usher
I write with a strange excitement. I am waiting...almost desperate...for a very special person in my life. I may have waited before ...but I am not sure....but each day is now a yearning with a deep sense of joy and thankfulness...and I can now almost hear the tip-toe of the arrival...and I open my arms wide to say...welcome home. Tip-toe......like the first saplings of spring.... unseen but growing desparately to hug the warm morning rays and pushing away the last remaining winter frost, you walk...through an opening door...into my life. I may have waited...I may not have...not even I know.. but the joy of even the thought of your arrival... draws out a deeply hidden smile...that I have kept.. only for you..... My hands yearn to clasp yours... the softness, I can imagine, you must have. Perhaps your first few months have been lonesome and difficult... so, I hope to wipe your little tears and silent cries. But.... I am only an usher...for your first st...