He opened the door
And there she was,
A cleaning lady in disguise--
Or a goddess incognito.
He wasn’t sure because
She couldn’t speak.
Her life before had
Made her dumb.
Her life after, had not yet
Arrived.
So, in the middle they met.
He, with his door almost closed;
She, with a space to clean and
A place to shine.
It’s been awhile.
He trusts now,
Goes into town and greets
The people he passes
On the streets.
She cleans the windows,
Lights the lamps
And makes the bed.
In the early evening, they
Talk about the day.
Susan Patterson
February 2015
Audio and Comment-
The Causerie and Computers
Allow me to continue. I have noticed through comments and emails, that some of the readers do not get the whole Causerie down loaded to their various devices, i.e. phones, and I-pads. I urge you, therefore. to view The Causerie from the web version, found at http://www.TheCauserie.com/
Simply download the web version, or go directly to the site. You will most likely find a couple more pictures and an article or two. It makes the message complete and fills in the blanks, so to speak.
You might notice that The Causerie postings are getting shorter. That is through design. Several people told me that they did not read the extra articles, only the poetry. This reminded me all off the 'stuff' that we are bombarded with in today's information - overloaded world. So, I intend to keep my poetry sharp, my postings short, and my readers interested. skp
Earlene Grey