My Empty Suitcase

I set out on an adventure
I want to collect antiques
Things from the beginning of time
Items that were unique

I left my house, nude body and 
An empty suitcase in hand
Started my walk
Across the promise land

I skipped blissfully at the beginning
My feet became blistered and sore
A little girl ran some shoes to me
Some clothes from her mothers store

I walked miles with a limp
For the shoes were a bit petite
My suitcase has yet to hold anything
A fine gentleman I did meet

He noticed a frown
Upon my face
His dinner table
Had an empty space

In exchange for a meal
I laundered his clothes
Grabbed my partial full suitcase
He kissed me. I froze.

I'm on a mission
One of my own
I must travel this path
Completely alone

Days, weeks, and months 
Passed along the way
My suitcase was full
I knelt down and prayed

Someone saw me,
Thought I was in despair
Gently touched my shoulder
I knew that hand anywhere

I smiled at the man
For I never forgot his face
He sat me at his table
He'd followed me to this place

Picking up my suitcase
He mentioned it's light weight
We sat and drank coffee
Love was my true fate

As I explained to him
The items that I sought
Was more than I carry
More than can be bought

He offered to take me home
It was his cottage where we went
My husband now
Was truly heaven sent

I keep the suitcase
As a reminder of a traveled road
All that I was given
All  I owe

Love, friendship, hospitality,
Faith, hope, despair ...
Every possible emotion
Is really in there

Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007

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