Visitor ©

She slips through the front door unseen
When I open it for the postman
She lingers until I notice her presence
She can sit on the stairs contentedly

Since befriending her she has been constant
Like the height a boy achieves in a growth spurt
She becomes me just as he owns his tallness
I welcome her as I would a new baby

She has no delusions of grandeur
I see her in the everyday things
A cup, my cat, and in a drive to town
She sits there beside me companionably

She is as close to my soul as my faith
She is as loving and kind as my family
She has no harsh words nor anger
She is my muse