The Walls Laughed Back

The poet chuckled and the walls laughed back! They were her friends, after all, with nary a crack. The walls watched her pen, her bleeding heart out. Their wall souls, were her earth angels, clearly no doubt. They were there for her,always at dawn and at night. In howling winds and storms, they kept her warm and from fright. Delightful companions for all gastromomic events were they. Well-mannered, they partook as she dined, fine manners, had they! They worried, too,watching her walk with her rollator. They much preferred that,than seeing her be a couch potato! When the stars came out,she’d blow a loving kiss to them. Her stalwart friends,in the blue moonlight of her whispered, Amen! 4/9/2023