An Old Entrance Into The Past
February 16,2009
Written by: Rose Marie Rideout

Into the past she scours alone,
Through the old doorways,
Of what she once called home.

Memories of anguish I heard her say,
With things she's chosen to hide,
Things she must forever put away.

There are few things she cherished there,
One the love and protection of an Angel,
 Always willing to keep a family from fear.

The door like a locked jail, it’s dark and gray,
Often conveying tears to her tired eyes,
When her mind commence to stray.

A family each with a torn heart,
Overcome with hurt from birth,
Protected by love of an Angel from the start.

An old entrance into the past,
Haunting memories well hidden,
of a curse, that once was cast.

A childhood fear locked away, alone
Buried behind the dark gray door,
An old entrance into the past, once their home.