I can’t wait to meet our dog.
The scruffy, fluffy, bundle of
Joy
That will make our house
A home.
I can’t wait to meet
The fans I’ve yet to gain.
Book lovers and movie go-ers,
That will scream and hype over
The stories I tell.
The ideas they’ll have
Of the characters
I brought to life.
I can’t wait to dance with you,
My love,
Eyes watching intently
Tears, inevitably, in my eyes;
Our vows ringing in my mind.
My pretty white dress
Will be unparalleled.
I will be more than a princess.
More than a queen.
And you, of course, will be my
Chieftain.
My African king.
I can’t wait to meet our children,
They too will be
Royalty.
Not because we are anything
special.
But because they will take on the
World,
And shape it. Make it.
What brilliant things
Will my sons and daughters teach me?
What will they know?
What will they do?
Where will they go?
I must slow down.
That is, I think, a far future.
But it is our future.
And I can’t wait to see it.
To feel it.
To be in it,
With you.
The future used to scare me,
To the point of fits of tears.
But how can a future be scary?
When all it is is years,
With you?
How can a future be scary,
When it holds the unknown?
The unknown is everything.
Everything.
Endless possibilities,
And that,
My love,
Is not scary.
That,
My love,
Is a burning life yet to be lived.
And so, as we reach the
End,
I greet the new year,
As a welcomed friend.
