How Poems Come to Me - A Poem

They come to me
     like family,

when I fall out of bed at dawn
     or when I'm drowsy
about to asleep,

half in and out
of this world,

calling to me
     to let them in,
lest I forget,

calling my name
     from some far off place,
"We're coming over,
     we'll be right there!"

And when they arrive,
     it's like they were always
here, like I've never
     known life without them.

By Mary E. Lohan