The House Sitter

Last time You were here
You were the worst guest.
Nosy as ever: Not staying put
Walking the halls, trying every door
Asking: What’s in here? I had to rush over
And say: Look here, that is none of your concern.
Please go back with the others.

You gave me no rest making me keep an eye
Though the house was secure and the places off limits were safely locked
And I alone having the key.

And when You felt your presence no longer welcome
You turned as you were leaving and said: “Is it not very tiring
Keeping all those doors locked from the guest
The moment he knocks till he departs
Especially from you, a guest in your own home?”

But I need someone I can trust now while away
So here are all the keys in my possession.
And let me take time to go over
All the rooms, both on and off limits
And all you should know about those rooms
And the shape and color of the keys that unlock the doors,
Each one.

And upon my return perhaps You can be the host
And I the guest You entertain.

You who first entrusted this house to me.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins

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