And Then I Opened That Door
And Then I Opened That Door
My thoughts stir memories of that oak door
just down the hall upstairs, the second floor.
I gently opened it and peeked inside—
my beating heart filled up with hope and pride.
I stepped inside so slowly and aware
what I beheld—a gift beyond compare—
emotions swelled and tears filled up my eyes—
such joyous feeling I could not disguise.
So round and soft—oh what a lovely sight!
This vision filled my heart with pure delight!
Perfection, beauty, miracle in one—
my first grand-babe into my life had come.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Couple You Wish II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/13/2016
~NA~
Contest: …And Then I Opened That Door
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 06/25/2015
My first grandchild, a grandson, born January 30, 1990...
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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