On Solitude...

They all asked me if I was scared

And I wasn’t

It was excitement

To be in my own place

At last!

Not Mom or Dad or Grandma

Or the pup around

Just me

And the vase where I wanted it

And the cushions could be pink

And the music could be loud

Or not

And I was there by myself

And I could welcome them all

Or not

And I could stay up really late

And I could try to make dinner

Or dine out (always best)

And I could be on the phone

Or go for a walk

But I wasn’t scared

I was by myself

So I was not alone.