She Kept the Door

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

She did not keep me small. She kept the door: oiled the hinge, left the porch light on, and let the road be mine. When I returned with failure muddy on my shoes, she did not ask the road why it had hurt me. She found a towel. She made some tea. She kept the door.
56 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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