Behind Closed Doors
On their wedding day
Carried across the threshold
Now nursery door is closed
Mother softly sobbing
Her newborn baby was stillborn
Such a sad sad sight
Peeling paint, broken hinges
Couldn’t bear the memories
They had to move away
Crumbling relics of times gone by
Jan Allison
16th July 2014
Written for Door to a Wayra Contest Sponsored By Nette Onclaud
~Awarded 4th Place ~
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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