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.


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