I walked up to the door,
I had not been here in years,
In my bags included fears and woe,
How long I stood I did not know,
I raised my hand and knocked
Once and
With impatience
rang the bell.

The superficial greeting went both ways
Neither of us knew what to say, shoes off
She took my coat and he took my bags,
Weighed down with guilt for sure,
As I had taken too long to arrive,
Not months
But years had
passed, oh well.

We sat at the kitchen table,
I told stories and my fables,
They listened and looked at me,
She ran the water warm and he,
Got a towel and bent to his knee,
socks discarded, feet
bathed and massaged, saying
"Welcome weary traveller"

With that done and my feet towelled dry
I felt relieved, I knew I was forgiven,
Dans mes faiblesses, the water poured out
took my stress, a new page was turned,
Nothing I had done had earned,
the humility, gratefully I
had received that
humbled me.