The Meeting Nano Problano


It had been a long day

As I walked home I was tired.

So I stopped for a rest along the way.

I was lonely and fed up too

I know I have a family and a husband true.

That doesn’t always make things right you know,

To the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before,

Now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!

I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared.

“May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had a kindness in eyes

A gentle smile, he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why.

He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad.

It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours,

He listened to me and he did not chide or tease.

There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes.

He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes.

He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive.

Quietly he seemed to give me Strength he seemed to make me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by

I felt a peace return, he made me feel myself again, he made me want to try.

The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small

Were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually  I said I really ought to go I noticed the time

He said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine.

I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before

He made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door.

I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea

But he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said

And the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head.

I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget

The feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 13:35:24

    Beautiful Willow.Thank you for sharing.


  2. IdealisticRebel
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 14:54:43

    What a beautiful experience. Perhaps you had a visit from an angel. Whoever it was, you are blessed. I hope your taking care of yourself. Hugs, Barbara


  3. IdealisticRebel
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 14:55:06


  4. Roy McCarthy
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 14:59:09

    Very nice Willow, beautifully expressed. Absolutely a trouble shared is a trouble halved.


  5. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 17:20:27

    This is a lovely story, Willow. Heart-warming, comforting and quiet but realistic. ❤


  6. 1EarthUnited
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 18:34:10

    Well done Willow, I enjoy your poetry very much. There’s so much presence in your writing, I look forward to our virtual teatime! 🙂


  7. MichelleMarie
    Nov 02, 2014 @ 22:00:40

    Oh wow this is beautiful. I love the way this flows. It was like entertaining Angels unaware! So beautiful! 🙂


  8. Gray Dawster
    Nov 03, 2014 @ 07:36:50

    How sweet my dear friend
    and these things really happen,
    it is always nice to read a piece
    of work that is a truism 🙂

    Have a lovely Monday Willowdot,
    hey I might not be around our WP
    much but that doesn’t mean that
    I have forgotten you my dear 🙂

    Andro xxx


    • willowdot21
      Nov 03, 2014 @ 11:22:29

      Dear Andro how lovely to hear from you. I agree we sometimes get help from a stranger when we least expect it but need it most. I think of them as angels.
      You are missed but you can only do as much as you can. Remember you are always welcome here. Have a great week and be happy and well. Xxx


  9. socialbridge
    Nov 03, 2014 @ 09:02:44

    Wonderful, Willow.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us


A mixed bag

Pacific Paratrooper

This site is Pacific War era information

A Teacher's Reflections

Thirty Years of Wonder

Butterfly Sand

Curiosity run amok . . .

Laura McHarrie @ The Hidden Edge

Another Way of Looking at Your Business

Shan Jeniah's Lovely Chaos

Finding Yessings and Blessings in Lifes Messings!

Paul Militaru

Photography Portfolio

Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

Poetry, Flash Fiction, Stories, Musings, Photos

But I Smile Anyway...

Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman

Ella Craig

Write here, write now.

Gary A Wilson Stories

A Dime of Time: Mostly 10 Minute Stories, Fiction and Memoirs

Therapy Bits

Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd


...what Lady A Lewis thinks about it...

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams


An onion has many layers. So have I!


The independent she who loves life

365 And Counting

there's plenty more where the first year came from

Ruth Blogs Here

Or not, depending on my mood

Expert In Managing Data Using Excel, Word, PDF

I am with 12 years of experience and ready to achieve any type of works such as, converting any form from JPG, PDF, ...etc into Excel,Word, PowerPoint and other editable forms, In addition to having a deep experience in inserting and managing data

The Art of M.

Life & The Artistic Creations of M. Snyder

France & Vincent

Writing Magic, Myth and Mystery

Sun in Gemini

SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends



Hot Dogs and Marmalade

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).

Two on a Rant

Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.


An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Shelley Wilson Author

Multi-Genre Author of YA Fantasy and Non-Fiction Self-Help

Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun blogging with friends


Learner at Love

Chel Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End


DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools


poetry and short stories

%d bloggers like this: