Intimate Truth

I sit quietly, yet happily. Melancholy could enter my soul, but I’m trying not to allow it in. I have moved. Hopefully into a cottage that I can call a home. It’s been four moves for me in less than four years, and it’s wearisome. Nervousness captures my heart. New people, new sounds, new rules. More space for all my beautiful teak furniture, Persian rugs and nice stuff though. I am a senior citizen as of a few days ago. Lord, will this be my final move? And the most intimate truth is: Will I find a gentleman to share my pretty place with me? May 5, 2023 Pick -A-Title, Vol 36, Edmund Ibeh