I felt a comfort in the spare room
when you came to visit me last week.
At night I could hear your snoring sounds echo
and the scuffling at night on the floors, of your feet.
I felt a comfort when you were here
so I could now see how you were getting along.
I know we call and talk every day
but for some reason not enough, but not wrong.
Now your home and my spare room now empty
but I will remember it for awhile.
Until your return to visit again
and have that comforting feeling
in my spare room and smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's from heart! speak up rgds