Pats Writing

The Visit

The Visit
Cautiously
creeping
down
the stairs,
carefully avoiding the creaks,
we stop
and take each other's hand.

At the bottom
we tiptoe,
trembling
towards the door.
Almost afraid to breathe
we slowly,
gently,
push it open.

Beneath the twinkling lights
sit the gifts.
'He's been,' we whisper,
'He's been.'

Pat Simmons 2015