I recall the day we fist met,
you tried to settle in, get comfortable,
saw you as quite a threat.
A gracious host I was not, vulnerable,
more than asked you to leave.
I removed your presence
quite forcibly. My husband, I believe
was a bit more generous, his acquiescence
not a surprise. Thankful to have you
any which way, happily co-existing
all these years. A hullabaloo
I no longer raise, insisting
instead your true nature, disguised.
Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, September 7, 2012
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Internal Monologue". Yes, I've been having this "conversation" for years.