By the back door,
Like a close relative or an old friend,
Without introducing themselves.
They just appear one day,
And they don’t come just to visit,
They come to stay.
Maybe they phoned ahead,
But I just hadn’t checked for messages?
Although I am reluctant to accept
These uninvited guests,
They don’t seem to mind
And put their feet up on the furniture.
And even though I never can be sure
That I can trust these strangers,
They will become familiars
And join my mental family.