NEW IN TOWN

I heard about you and became curious.
You sounded unlike any other.
I heard rumor of invitations
“get to know you”
And watched the mailbox closely,
Never noticing you stood nearby gazing at me,
but no mail came.
On my morning stroll I saw
The letter carrier pass the park bench.
“Did my invitation come today?”
I wondered?
No, only more worries.
I returned home,
Never seeing your gaze into my eyes
As you tapped the park bench.
What’s wrong with me?
My soul cried out,
As I stood pulling weeds in my front yard.
You called “Martha!”
But I worked on.
I swept the debris by my door
As you called out again,
Louder,
But I swept and wept
And felt left out.
Suddenly,
A hand grabbed my wrist,
And with a start
I tugged it back and looked up.
“Martha! Why do you weep?”
“ . . . but you never wanted me.”
“I’ve kept near you all these days”
You assured me,
“but you never met my eyes.”
This time I did.
I saw such love there.
You spoke again saying
“Come and follow me!”
I dropped my rake and followed you home.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
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