The anticipation was killing me. <br />I was pacing around outside <br />like an agitated lion waiting. <br />I had spoken to her an hour before <br />and as yet we had to meet. <br />I went back inside the hotel <br />watching every car that pulled in. <br />A blue van pulled in and she got out. <br />My eyes followed her as she walked to the door. <br />I stood as she entered. <br />Her smile radiated the lobby. <br />We did not need words <br />we knew who each other was. <br />We hugged, <br />and then we talked and talked <br />until my wife came back <br />and the introductions began again. <br /> <br />8 June 2009 <br /> <br />Author’s note. This depicts my first meeting with Melvina Germain<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-canadian-chronicles-005/
