Often when the sun sets, and the blue hues capture the skies.

She thinks to herself, was the day worth while

The lost cuddles,

The random hugs, the meetings, the work

The aroma of love, the cooked food on the table

All sum to the sight of endless struggle

Does the gain ever weigh more than the lost cuddles?

He works very hard, the peace he brings.

To home, to work, to the days and the evenings,

Lost is the moment where he can stop and breathe.

Does the gain ever weigh more than the peace he needs?

Off to the school and back they go.

From a class, a tuition, a hobby creates a crazy roe.

The tree that grows not often blossoms

For the cuddles and peace is not there to nurture…

She waits for the evening when he brings her peace.

He waits for the day when true smiles are seen.

They wait for cuddles and hugs and love.

While they have all at hand, wait is forever…..