POEM BY A FRIEND
Last year I received a poem flawlessly presented on paper by a friend, Joan Wyrick Ellison. She has written more than one or two books, including “Lyrics of Love: An Introspection” (2005). The poem “Is Anybody Home?” seems somehow both restrained and unrestrained in view of her husband’s serious illness at the time. He is the Rev. A.D. Ellison, and has since largely recovered.
IS ANYBODY HOME?
I leave my door half-open
for you may pass this way,
I listen for your footstep
and hope to hear you say,
“Is anybody home?”
I leave my door half-open,
sit quietly and muse,
hoping your pleasant voice
will call out,
“What’s the news?”
I push my mind wide open
for truth may pass this way,
I listen for its inklings
in every word you say
because
The time we spend together
highlights my lonely day.
I’m glad my door is open
so I can hear you say,
“Is anybody home?”
— Joan Wyrick Ellison
