The Open Door

The Open Door by Darmok 2/14/02 The open door flows emptiness, Sadness that fills our hearts. We’ve long grown accustomed to you, Within our lives you’ve become a part. Each one of us remarks the same, The quietness of your vacancy. The shadows left behind at every turn, We look, we stare, no complacency. Contractions of turmoil, wring muscles of internalized torture, and hearts too sad to express the happiness we know we should be Feeling. Of course we are happy for you! Your wings stretched out, flying higher than you’ve ever been. In love you found the wind that would carry you, and a promise that unites two souls. We have given you all that we have, love, shelter and friendship, our belief in God that will forever sustain you. Now we give you unto your own, the husband whose name you take. In these tears that joy has shed, are mixed the years that sadness has bled. We quietly shut the open door, where little footsteps, and homework about the floor Will lay no more.My niece got married this past Sunday; her mother, father, and brother tho overjoyed for her marriage, and the addition of her husband into the family, have felt the angst of her departure. This I have tried to reflect. Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 10:00 AM PST, Darmok    0 • 1