-Did I say there was a porch swing?
Please forgive me. I do not often repeat myself, but it’s been sometime since I’ve thought of it.
Yes, a porch swing.
A long-awaited gift, given by an angel who came late but saw with the heart what another could not see.
Anyway, the porch swing.
Each time I looked at it I felt worth more than rubies.
During the day, I was permitted my space, except to bring me coffee.
And there were…the nights. I felt clothed in purple….