The Visit
I thought I'd stop by
to see how you are,
it wasn't until I reached your door
that I noticed it ajar
There you were,
a heap on the stair.
How long had you been there?
Does anyone care?
Why I popped round
on that particular day,
I really don't know,
hard to say.
Now you're out of hospital,
safe back at home.
Ring me whenever you like,
don't feel that you're alone.
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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