The hinges and spring
in chourus sing
With every squeak and skrong
they sing this song
A melody of memories
of all who happened through
Each charge of children
Every covered caserole
And friends who came to call
Every sneaking out early
Every creeping in late
A bundle of joy carried in
An empty vessle carried out
Every slamming marks a moment
Where everything changed
Everything changes
And the screen sings no more
Makes my heart feel deeply. There is powerful and true emotion here.
I so, so love this
This is life! I feel it!
Oh! This touches some kind of primal memory. I can just hear the door screeching open and gently bouncing closed.
Beautiful! Your words bring me back. I can feel the door chasing me outside.