A Visit

Pour me a cup of tea my friend.
My feet are tired from walking.
The morning is quite beautiful,
But I prefer us talking.

Let's sit here in this quiet room
But open the curtains wide,
Then we can visit as we look
At the world that waits outside.

We'll share out all our secrets
In a banquet of the heart;
Then laugh awhile or shed a tear
Before I must depart.

Then you'll set the kettle boiling
For one more cup before I go.
As I walk home, when we are done,
My footsteps will be slow.

© 2002 Pam H. Murray

June 24, 2002