The Door Poem by Donna Saphier

As I head towards the steps
My heart begins to flutter
I'm scared just who might open the door
I know that I will stutter

Step one and my heart does race
As I take another pace
Quite lovely is the scene
Brown and red and green

Step two I'm finally at the door
The curtain starts to wave
There's someone stood behind it
I want to dig my grave

I tap upon the wooden door
My heart is badly shaking
As I stand there terrified
In my boots I'm quaking

A lovely little old lady
Peeps behind the curtain
I'm sure I'll be ok now
In-fact I sure am certain

She opens the door slowly
She asks me who I am
I tell her all my details
Then say you are my Gran

She welcomes me with open arms
I squeeze and hold her tight
Loving her so dearly
It feels so warm and right

I go inside, we sit and chat
Until dawn does break
Me meeting my loving Gran
Was never a mistake

Happy now together
That is how we'll stay
I'm never going to leave her side
Until my dying day.