
Each morning she supervises, watching
me go through the house-opening ritual.
Silent, with knowing eyes, she waits.
She knows, after windows and doors opened,
coffee made, and fish fed, I’ll sit on the couch,
and she will climb into my lap.
artwork by Henri Matisse, “Pot of Geraniums“

Awesome 😻
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I can picture it (smiling) (K)
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I’m glad :)
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Sounds like it could be one of our cats. It’s amazing how curious they are and how they stare at you as you’re doing stuff. There’s really no subtlety here! :-)
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Glad the poem resonates for you, Christian, thanks!
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For me…it’s Martha…and yes…the girl still likes to sit in my lap…all 140 lbs
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<3
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