Open the door and let its swinging
Breathe life into the room.
There’s fresh air in your smile
And blue sky in your every word.
Sit on my softest chair and tell me
All about today’s adventures
Before you have to leave. I’ll bring
The milk and apple pie.
Open the door and scatter all
The dusty shadows of the past.
Chase the tears with gentle hands
Upon my sandy cheeks.
Hold me tightly with your eyes
And ‘I love you’s.’
Just open the door and wish you
Didn’t have to leave again.
12/23/2000
Field of Vision 