I Had the Strangest Visitor

LISA BARNUM

I Had the Strangest Visitor

I had the strangest visitor As I lay awake last night. He looked at me, judged up and down Hesitated-- then moved on. A glimpse was all I got, And confused at what saw ... and what not:

Some might look at him and fear his stare. "A snatcher'' "A rapist" they might label him. An aged warrior, the average thiefThese are all names most would call him today.

But my grandfather looked at me, too. A friendly doctor, just relieving pain. A side I've never seen before, A sight that some might beg for.

He moved on to others-- some fearing, Others praying for a knock on their door.