Remember
Don't forget
Where one hurts
all cry....
And the pain
we push aside....
In the end
We turn the key
in time
and don't always
Know what will
be found
Yet the doors
are pathways
forged...
As time circles
Back: attending
to what was...
For Key: a person
and every door: a life....
Every moment
will be precious
in another's eyes
so that glow
we hold so tight to...
the glimmer...
that smile...
Is best when forged
in secret: to catch us
When we Follow
Lillian B. Rose
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ringing-keys-2007/
