Behind the White Front Door

Every day I pass it by This house of solid wood, I would like to go inside, If only that I could. It has a large veranda All across the front And lovely dormer windows Where the occupants look out. Each time that I walk by it I feel the warmth inside, It makes me want to run away From the outside world and hide. The curtains on the windows Are made from pure white lace, I have to stop and stare awhile And wish this was my place. There is no pain or sorrow here They're not rich, nor are they poor, Only love, and solitude Behind the white front door. I know it's hard to understand No problems.....not a trace, This house is not on any street, It sits on my fireplace. You see it's just a doll house Not real in any way, But it gives me inner peace When I see it every day. And sometimes when I'm feeling down, And have lost my faith within, I look behind the white front door. Perhaps they'll let me in. Lynn Barany