Sit

By the fire
we will sit.
Perched by the hearth
with love in our hearts.
We will sit through storms of snow
and rains and sleet,
through spring and fall,
hardwood floors,
bare feet.
We will sit with our children
their curly locks shining in the sunlight.
We will sit with our mothers,
refusing to fight,
and with our fathers,
smiling tight.
We will sit and sit
and sit some more,
all the while wondering

what everyone else is running so fast for.