they called her honey
because her soul
was golden

For no rhyme or reason do I now compose
My sentences in some sort of prose.
I write for fun and when I am done
I sit and read with uncertainty
Works I've added to this community
And thankful for it
has made me confidant.

If you felt the same
Could you join me in saying,
To the one who in their making
Formed this cite
Were we all can write,
Thank you Eliot York
We much appreciate your work!

Sorry I am a bit of a dork
But I was taught
To say thank you
And pay my dues
To the one who
Thanks is due.
So thank
YOU!

~

my shelter,

two arms,
a human lean-to,
a pup tent,
all with a
welcome mat,
for you,
await

with graceful patience
simpatico smiling,
always avail,
awaiting,
no life clock countdown
prematurely pushing,
come when
there is
no other place

all,
on offer,
shelter places
that become
your home,
if you so
honor them thus,
your choice,
your decision
when to come n' go

shelter you,
no questions asked,
cloak all with human warmth,
easy silences, no pressures

for when my arms 
 bear your load,
now mine,
my load,
somehow

halved!