Penelope's Poem

I remember you.
The way you were, sitting in your chair
Across the room from me, that disconcerting stare.
So lonely and distant in your pose.
In your patterned dress with your pointed nose.
“Sit with me,” I said. “I guess you can play, too.”
And so we played together, as children often do.

It’s been so long and now here you are again.
Just as you were from way back when.
My memory had faded from such a long while
But I recognize those eyes and that red-lipped smile
Being there for each other is what family's all about.
I’m really glad you’re here, even though you still creep me out.