Dinner
I fell off my stool
And laid in the floor
Your hand reaching down
Embracing so gentle
Turning my frown.
To fire from kindle.
The lilies you gave
I saved in a vase
From the hothouse in town
I clutched them dearly
Matching my gown
Now I see more clearly.
Your carriage arrived
How timely you are
Glowing cheeks and smile
Arms reach out for mine
I didn't have to wait awhile
When showing up to dine.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2014
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