Shabby Little Door
A shabby little door
Sits on the weathered, run-down house,
Aged and scarred,
Chipped paint,
With a doorknob that’s
Loose and rattles.
Who would believe
That shabby little door
Hides behind it paradise?
That it opens to
Joy and love and laughter
And the comfort of home?
Every scrape and scar
Is a story
Engraved upon my heart,
The story of us,
Of this family
We have created,
Of this love we have built,
Of this life so much
Bigger than we imagined.
I wouldn’t trade that shabby little door
On that weathered, run-down house
For all the queen’s gold.
For true beauty lies
In that shabby little door.
Oh my, I can just picture that shabby little door on that weathered house and it makes me think of so many older houses I have seen while traveling across the land. One can only imagine the people living inside of those houses or the stories that the doors and walls could tell about what has gone on inside the house. So many stories never to be told but always remembered.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing such a beautiful and loving poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. I hope you are spending a week filled with love and weaving many new stories.
God bless.