Opened Doors
Opened Doors
You’re leaving home
Not too fond of sleep
Old age
Or passing on
Eyes peeled to the screens
Of cracked windows
And Opened doors
Walking away
Back turned
Can’t see your face
Stirring the nest
Slipping away
By the breath
The delicate few
A bare twig braving the wind
A gentle hold of the hand
To calm the trimmers
And grasp hold of youth
Even for a moment
Distant echos
And shadows circling in
Memory fades into the distance
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
03/09/20
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2020
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