Night Alone, Doorbell Rang
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invigorating morning air
two-mile walk, local news, coffee, toast
enroute to work at daycare, checked on Dad
another rewarding day
then night, at home alone
She's forty-eight; her kids are grown.
Her husband left three years ago.
She'd asked, "What's wrong? Is this my fault?"
He'd kissed her cheek and told her "NO!"
As she lay resting--
Was it a dream? a vision?
smiling face, so real
Doorbell rang. Who could that be?
the smiling old flame she'd dreamed!
November 1, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's End October Standard Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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