I was proud of the work you did today, and always,

bustling and rearranging, cleaning and organizing.

Christmas creates a sense of urgency, my desk looks festive and happy.

Monday morning, looms very close in the distance, peer now into the fog, it is just up the street.

You worked very hard today, and now you sleep in your nest on the couch,

and I long to waken you, hold you close, and tell you I love you.

But I know you are tired, and there is always tomorrow.