The joy of knowing
There will always be more fish coming.
There are laps, many laps,
and you are welcome in all of them.
A raised tail gets petted.
Pens are allowed to be knocked off the table.
You don’t have to be afraid anymore.
There are full bellies
The voices aren’t raised in anger,
but whispered in giggles.
There is love here
soo much purring.
You are not second-hand,
you are first loved.