
It opened so many doors
skeletal though in shape
my memories whirl
for a moment I escape
***
she had curly hair
a saucy cherub smile
she never got angry
well maybe once in a while
**
she gave me the key
it opened a world
my imagination
was unforgettably hurled
*
the day that she left
tears rose like the Sea
I wanted to lock
every sweet memory
**
now this hangs to remind
of the door to her heart
it never is closed
though we live far apart
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The key above does in fact dangle off the handle off an antique. It originally opened the doors in my grandparent’s home.
My grandmother the queen of storytelling and opening the imagination of a small girl.
This week’s prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Key
I also pulled this short story from my archives. This is the type…
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