Lighthouse In the Room

There was beauty in their patterns and poise I recognized it but could not join I was not good enough, not smart enough. I was not enough The hostess, a woman dressed as a black and white checked bee Came to get me. She put her arm in mine and she toured me around. I felt like a thorn amongst lilies of the valley. She did not allow me any negativity. I would be lying if I said I tried to tear myself loose. I was entranced, enthralled, and grateful. I will love her the rest of her life for it. I looked at the other women. A milkmaid, a clown, ladies in waiting, a female pirate, lady liberty. They were all nodding and smiling, acting like she was the lighthouse in the room. And she truly was.