Alone and cold
the rain beats on the sill
so much that through the years
the eves have peeled
back to natural veneer
the lamp is lit for you too see
that I wait in anticipation
to hear you walking down …
the wet street, home to me
safely, too my arms needfully..
the lamp is lit every night
your dinner is covered and warm
I welcome your sounds of delight
as the flavors play at your taste buds
saying thanks with each and every bite
to me that is magic to my ears
comforts my longing of missing you
the lamp goes out when all is complete
with togetherness and love, time for sleep..
photo taken 10/16/2010
poem written 01/28/2011
I was inspired to finally upload this picture I took months ago, and my thoughts were about the one who waited by light, watching the street, it has now been given a story , thanks too a challenge in a group, thanks for kicking me into creating..