Embellished with love

Browsing through one of Lucy's poetry books last week, I came across this poem. It passed through my mind this evening when I went in to the spare bedroom to fetch towels to go in to the laundry basket. Seems 
apt -

Guests, by Cynthia Fuller

Awe at the first arrival,
they turned up with wet plastered hair
faces flattened by travel,

journey's end the heart centre.
They stayed, settled in
grew familiar, departed.

Years of living together
concentrate down to a weekend visit
lit by anticipation,

the most honoured guests
for whom dishes, towels, sheets
are embellished with love.

Visit over
a phone call sets them
safe in their grown up lives.

Silence has changed into
absence of voices, 
the small house too spacious,

washing and folding,
to pack love away again 
hard to find room on the shelf.