To Fill a House
Tracy Bersley
In my house, I am a woman, full of strength and independence.
For years, I have attempted to drag a man into this little living room.
I've wanted him to start a fire and read me a bedtime story and even cradle me like the infant I've never known.
But I am a woman, much too large to fit into the crib and much too old to play house.
Now I must build my own.
Tonight, I opened the door to a man who gave me aspirin for my pulsing head and food for my crying stomach.
And I saw this man through a woman's eyes and felt our conversation soothe me to peace. It sang to me a lullaby and warmed the entire house of my being.
Ah, yes, my father had returned, and his words were strong and held me in an embrace that has left me forever thankful.
And all this time I've lived cold and alone, thinking I must scream to have him hear my call, when all I really needed to do was open the door and invite him in.
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