• Celia Marion

Visitation

Updated: Jan 24

When Melancholy slipped in,

uninvited, unexpected,

yet not denied,

I asked,

"What do you want of me?"


"To be known, really deeply known,"

was the reply.

And so we sat.


My elderly Whiskered Friend,

who senses such things,

curled up in my lap.

And so we sat.

A tear.

A purr.

A smile.

A moment of Soul.


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