Open The Door Poem by Chrissie Scriven

My bolts are slowly loosening, im beginning to lose my mind,
i think about you GRANDAD a majority of the time.

I walk out of the door as i go into the night,
i am walking through the gate as im slipping out of sight.

I sit upon your grave and still i wonder why,
Why after all these years, Why still do i cry?

Dont think for any reason that i need you anymore,
just promise me when it's my time you'll be the one to open the door.