Beloved, I Wait Poem by Nancy Vorkink

Today a candle is lit
For a resolution
To a sticky issue,
Holding back life
Causing internal pains
Friction in the knees.

Housing, for the future.
It never mattered until now.
To own my own house,
Even a condo will do.
To save my trust, my father,
My godmother, my lover.

Years of rentals, leases,
Some undesirable, some inner city,
Mudbrick houses, stucco
Some with views, others no windows
All part of the journey.

Now, almost 65, it’s time
By an accident, a quirk of fate,
I face a chance to buy.
Late bloomer on the market.
Seek community with my lover.

May I, Beloved, be able to buy
And be happy in my new shelter
Until I die; may I be happy and
Peaceful in the retirement village.
May I have my lover as long as possible.
May he have me.

The candle light radiants the room
It’s almost midnight and a warm January
And a new year; let it be.

© 2006 Vorkink