meet...

Anna
she's my friend
we know each other since high school.
she inspires me.
she calms me.
her homes, wherever she lives, are always
so nicely decorated. bright. colorful. open.
there is space. a cute note beside the toilet.
Anna's homes are simple.
she is simple. and she is nice.
she helps me grow.
every time i leave her, i feel
'i can do this'
Anna works with old people
who have forgotten who they are
and she loves them. she cuts their toast and feeds them their coffee.
she holds their hand. she greets them and tells them her name even if it
is the hundredth time.
Anna's laugh starts in her belly.
i love watching her move things around.
she is so personal with everything. so gentle.
everything has it's place.
Anna loves gentle music. She cuts carrots very thinly.
she enjoys a good meal. she loves conversations about life.
and death.
but she lives now. here and now.
Anna can cry and ask for a hug. i love that.
her closet used to belong to her grandparents
so did her table and her nightstand.
she still sleeps with a pillow she got when she was a child.
there is a white rose in a little vase in front of a round mirror
in her room.
Anna is love. She is home to me.
Anna is my friend.