Antonia,
with shining eyes.
That cheerful grin
cannot disguise
her happiness
when, on the door,
a tap, tap, tap,
intones once more
a flying visit,
very brief,
for some very
cool relief.
Or to simply
say hello.
To laugh, to chat,
and then...to go.
One wonders, when
the phone does ring;
one wonders where
she next will spring.
Passing in
her firey car ??
Walking on
a beach quite far ??
Perhaps a letter
with a rhyme ??
Unexpected,
all the time.
But isn't that
what makes life fun ??
When all is said
and all is done,
that tap, tap, tap,
upon the door.
Antonia
returns once more
to meet a friend
and say hello.
To laugh and chat,
and then to go.
Sweet sorrow is
this parting game,
but only briefly,
then that name...
Antonia,
springs up once more.
That tap, tap, tap,
upon the door.