unlocking the door
there’s a secret inside, a well-known one
despite all my attempts to uncover it
the key sits in the lock
hesitancy is a sweet, sacred moment
urgency waits
there’s no rush in the one who wants to know
the feeling of coming home
to meet the one she’s been looking her whole life for
what will she find now she has arrived?
little by little
a breath
a glance
a word or two breaking the silence
not just yet, not just yet
the search is still so precious
an unopened door,
an unwrapped gift,
a surprise wrapped in her own flesh and bones
waiting
witnessing
as it all unfolds
This poetry is amazing!
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Very nice, thanks Colleen.
Love, Dad xoxo
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