What is behind the door?
Trunks of rusty recollections
Lessons of baby's right and wrong
Rocking lullabies of cradle dolls
Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck
Gretel crying 'cause Hansel went away.

What is behind the door?
Giggles of girlhood, troubles of teens
Dreams that paddled the canoe of youth
Shells echoing the sound of waves
From the shores that once I strolled along
The wisdom that lead and guided through
And the departures timely and untimely

What is behind the closed doors?
Dried roses of lost love
Still retained the fragrance
Sharp fragments of broken mirror
Powerful even now to hurt.
Silver bells of my anklets recall
Carefree moments of merriment
Melodies once lifted the heart so high
Now asleep in the unused chords

A gentle whiff of nostalgia
Would often open the closed door.