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The Front Door August 17, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.

I don’t hear the front door open with a “hello, I’m home”

since the kids went to college and on with their lives

I don’t get asked lots of different questions anymore

or have need to shuttle one or the other to doctors or

school affairs or girlfriend’s houses and the rest

I listen for the door sometimes and I venture

to it from time to time anticipating

but knowing it will be silent,

it is not going to open that way

anymore, that time has past.



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