The Visit
On Sunday night you came to my home;
I welcomed you in, with a warm “Shalom”.
I cooked you a meal of Chicken Pad Thai;
You said you loved it, and you wouldn’t lie.
We told some good stories, and shared delicious wine;
To tell you the truth, it was perfectly divine.
We began our marathon of The Walking Dead,
Cuddled up close; your arm behind my head.
In the morning I felt so truly blessed,
When you grabbed a skillet, and made me breakfast!
You fried up some eggs, and made custom Chai Tea;
We curled up together, and watched a movie.
Even though it was hard, the time had come;
You had to get back to the place you were from.
Your sweet bear-hug concluded this perfect day,
As you told me, “Next time you should come my way.”
Copyright © Laura Wilmot | Year Posted 2012
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