End of My Pen

The end of my pen Is neither now, or then. It's a world we share. Beginning to end. It's a sky that's blue. An earth that's rich. With welcoming people. Looking to stitch. It's a meal with family. Warm and tasty. Knowing they're there; No one hasty. It's the work you do while watching your back. in feeling their stares An absence for prayers. The knowing you'll rest, and entering your den In closing your eyes Remembering then... Could all this be... at the end of my pen.