Sunday, November 13, 2011

Hold the Door

(Poetic Asides prompt a kind poem)

A door held open

when hands are full

juggling groceries

and a tot too small to walk.

Eyes mist up from the gesture

a nod of the head is all she can muster.

The child smiles his chubby grin.

The door closes,

the moment disappears,

but small eyes see everything.

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