Happy Friday

I fidget with the keys in my hand as I walk the long hallway.
These last three minutes before I enter the door are most hard.
On the other side two happy cats race to the entry way.
I peek in to make sure they are not too close to the door.
I walk into familiar surroundings and felines fall at my feet.
They expose their soft fluffy bellies for a tickle.
I am welcomed home.

I walk through the entry way and drop my purse and case.
I lose the jacket and the heels and drop the keys on their hook.
I find softer things to wear and a pair of squishy slippers.
I take off my make up and brush out my hair.
I think about dinner and my husband's appetite.
At last I sit down and chat with you.
And I am welcomed home.

I begin to cook the evening meal.
I straighten things here and there.
I entertain myself and wonder which minute he will arrive.
He walks through the door and we kiss hello.
He loses his jacket and shoes for a hoody and slippers.
He sits down to eat the dinner I have made.
And I am welcomed home.