Over at One Single Impression the prompt is: Doorway
I immediately thought of my Dad and this piece I created some time after he died
Sometimes we walk through a doorway without realizing it - only once inside an unfamiliar space do we appreciate what we have left and what opportunies may have passed us by. . .
On one side of the door
I had the knowledge that he was there
I knew that he loved me though it was rarely said
Times together were sometimes hard, sometimes strained
I felt that I had been a disappointment
Yet there seemed time for healing between us, reconnection
On that side of the door
"STRANGE...we never prize the music...Til the sweet-voiced bird has flown"
To read more poetry about doorways click here