I’m seated in a comfy chair,
he’s running his fingers through my hair,
I’m thinking aloud as I write,
he’s letting my words take him there.
The story I tell fills the room with wonder,
and I speak of worlds torn asunder,
as outside we begin to hear the sound of rain,
and in the distance, soft booms of thunder.
Beside me lies a faithful hound,
more comfy on the sofa than on the ground,
he’s sound asleep and softly snoozing,
unbothered by the thunder’s sound.
I am at peace here in this place,
my own life, my very own space,
all my tragedies left behind me,
now shrouded in hope’s warm embrace.
I am now able to smile,
longer than just a little while,
and I take great joy in this,
because all I’ve done has been worthwhile.
With a brand new degree,
my whole life is still ahead of me,
and I can’t wait to see where it will lead,
or the person I’ll begin to be.
I watch the raindrops on the window,
and in the reflection see the fireplace aglow,
and I smile and think:
I dreamt of this not long ago.
With books to fill my living room shelf,
with someone to love, that loves me himself,
with a smile on my face, and my body in good health,
five years from now,
as much as my hope will allow,
this is where I see myself.
(Requested by: Andrea Hitchcock)