The pile
A woman longing for life
comes home.
She puts her winter coat on the table
and stretches, lifting her arms up high.
She puts down her keys,
thinking of the doors she’s yet to open.
She puts down a kiss,
her favourite chocolate.
She puts down the memories
of someone long gone.
She puts down the smell of the day.
The smell of a setting sun.
She puts all that on the table.
And the thought of a first sip of coffee
on a brand new day.
She puts her dreams on the table.
The stories and the poems.
It’s all on the table.
The cheese, the olives, the lentil soup.
Fresh sheets for the bed.
She puts all that on the table.
The table stands firmly.
The table stands strong.
Just as the woman
piling up her past,
her present,
and her future.
aNadventures 
Lindo e profundo Ana.
Um abraço.
Muchas gracias, Irina! Un abrazo para tí también y feliz día. 🙂
Nice bloggg
Thank you so much, Saania! 🙂 Welcome to aNadventures. I just visited your blog as well and it instantly spoke to me. I’m looking forward to reading you. See you around! 😉