'A Comfort In The Spare Room' Poem by Linda Winchell

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.