Pretty Wallpaper

Your laughter, down the hall

aligns the routine

of my

compact

work day.

I smile

as morning begins

with coffee and

your soft chattering

 on the phone.

I have come to love these

quiet sounds

that unfold my morning

like a worn newspaper

 from a quiet,

 unruffled

Sunday.

Some people

quietly,

and

unassumingly

become

players in the heart.

They stick

like pretty wallpaper,

to the lining of your soul

and teach you

 all about yourself,

and what you are lacking.

They give you

smiles,

and heartaches

and occasionally

bend you toward the light.

I love you my friend

with all your complexities

because you,

are uniquely you

and simply knowing you,

makes me a better

human being.

How blessed am I.

                                     Joyce Burns

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2011