Slippers

I see your slippers,
They say you are coming home.
I am truly blessed.

…..Back when we used to travel for work (remember those days?), Roak would be gone from home for a couple of weeks at a time. I loved the quiet and solitude of those days, just Greta and me in our mountain retreat on top of the hill. On one of those days, I came around the corner and stumbled on Roak’s slippers and was overcome with gratitude for his imminent return. These were slippers that would be filled again; not keepsakes that I couldn’t bear to throw away, reminders of someone I had lost. This haiku is a tiny reminder to appreciate those who literally and metaphorically fill the slippers in my life.