| Day [Published in "Eternal Portraits" series. Click here to purchase.] __________________________________________________________________ I open the door Key tuning, lock churning I step through the door Feet stamping, legs cramping I put down my bags Books falling, thoughts enthralling I let down my hair Pins clicking, strands twirling I step into the shower Water trickling, curtain tickling I now stand alone Bottles crowding, cloths mounding And I wash away, All of my day. � 2003 Roseanne Rogers � Back to Library |