THE NEWCOMER

THE NEWCOMER                                                                        Virginia Gow 13/11/12

Slipping out of the folds of sleep

Into a Sunday light of day

The Cousins breakfast where the view is best,

On the covered in verandah, looking west.

Pale clouds scud the yellow sky.

A soft melody wafts through summer air.

Hushed tones implore the guests to eat

And after this, a special treat,

To meet and greet

Our host’s newest ‘friend’!

We had seen the signs upon arrival the day before.

The house so neat and clean; the table spread,

But where was this hidden beauty?

Immaculate in her household duty.

‘Wait till it’s Sunday mid-morning.

All will be revealed’ our host implored.

When wining and dining late last night,

The Cousins’ talk did ebb and flow

Round secret family tales of old,

Never revealed till now.

And one grew cold went to bed

To rest her head, with thoughts unsaid.

Full of memories of youth ablaze

When glory reigned and dreams were true

And wild was the summer ride.

When possibilities were endless

Energy flowed sweet on the incoming tide.

Oh truth to tell, the charming faces of the cousins

Still render a second glance.

Still cause a heart to beat

And love to prance and dance.

The host delights in his secret beau!

Taking her to Sydney next week.

He wishes to introduce her to his friends

But now!

Please stand around the dining room,

And watch as she glides into view.

Smooth and sleek in her silver dress

Her laser eyes explore us,

She dances over the carpet pile,

Amazing all with her precision turns

She scans under the table and kisses all our feet

All hidden specks are banished

While we stare in disbelief.

She is a marvel to behold

Her name is NEATO, we are told.

‘No need have I now for a wife’,

 Our host imparts,

“Neato is with me for the rest of my life.’