There’s a door in a room in my Grandma’s house
That’s always completely shut
I’ve always imagined what lies behind it
But I don’t know exactly what
It could be a treasure
Filled with gold bars
It could be a spaceship
That could take me to Mars
It could be an entrance
To another dimension
It could be a lab
With the world’s greatest invention.
It could be all the secrets
Of the whole universe
It could be a twenty-eyed monster
Or it could be even worse
OK, here goes.
I’m ready for it all.
Oh.
It’s just some old clothes.
And they smell like moth balls.
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A spot for me, a father of 3, to share the poems that I write. I let my kids see, and then post them for free each and every night. I try and make certain, before I draw their curtains, that each one has a lesson. Some are silly, some are spiritual, and some are me just messin'. Please share with others, like fathers and mothers, but do read the fine ink. I may write a book, so take a look and please let me know what you think. (All material in this blog is copyrighted by its author... me.)
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