Doormat Woman

She was a women who sits comfortably beside a door mat
She smiles there in silence and looks up to the sky outside
She sits there to sip her teas and to eat her meals
to sew her clothes and to prep her feels
She sometimes sleeps there when no one is around, and she sometimes hums her mothers songs sitting there in lowest tone as possible so that others cannot over hear her

Sometimes she is invited to sit inside her home on a couch or on a chair among them
But although she sat, it’s very clear that she was never comfortable there in the middle
She sits in there but hides away all of her.,
like a guest she shies away with the strange warmth she received
She cornerly looks at the doormat from inside assuring it that she will be back in a while and it will all be normal

Surprisingly the doormat filled with dirt, makes sure to leave some clean space for her to sit., it awaits for her and to feel her presence

Sometimes when no one’s home, she pulled out the old letters and cherished them
and sometimes she wrote back to them and kept them in the closet

She created a space in her home, that embraced her with warmth, she lived in that tiny space that no one ever claimed around