Saturday, December 31, 2016
The Visitor––poem by Dorothy
The Visitor
A knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" I cried.
"It is the Friend," said a voice.
"Go away," I shouted.
"I don't have a friend."
Next day, another knock came at my door.
"Who is it?" I demanded.
"It is the Friend," repeated the voice.
"Go away," I ordered.
"I don't have a friend."
On the next day, the knock came again.
This time, I decided to peer
through the window
to see who was was making such a racket.
And then I saw myself standing there,
waiting to come in.
Dorothy Walters
December, 2016
