Monday, October 24, 2011

Open Door


My
Open Door

My door is always open.
This is how my memories grow.
You don't even need to knock.
Just come right in, sit down, and stay.

Please, come to visit.
You are always welcome.
Tell me a story; show me a photo.
Never hesitate to say his name:  Mike!
(or Andrew!)

It is a gift to me.
It is what I want to hear:
You, having something to say.
My door is open wide, hoping for more
growth.

Thanks
Dad.



1 comment:

  1. Leonard Cohen in one of his songs,laments

    "everything has a crack in it...

    that's how the lights gets in.."

    We all need to keep that door ajar.
    Dad

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