Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Welcome (poem)
The Welcome
Yes, I know,
your eyes are stinging
and your fingers
are beginning to hurt.
When the master of the house
arrives,
sometimes there is too much
scurrying about,
too much rush and chaos
getting things ready.
And you, my dear,
are waiting oh so impatiently
in your chamber.
combing your hair once more,
adjusting your jewels.
Isn't this a small price to pay
for the moment to come?
Dorothy Walters
August 8, 2008
Yes, I know,
your eyes are stinging
and your fingers
are beginning to hurt.
When the master of the house
arrives,
sometimes there is too much
scurrying about,
too much rush and chaos
getting things ready.
And you, my dear,
are waiting oh so impatiently
in your chamber.
combing your hair once more,
adjusting your jewels.
Isn't this a small price to pay
for the moment to come?
Dorothy Walters
August 8, 2008
