|When I was just a youngin
Not much more than four
I'd hear my mother yell at me...
"Stop slammin' that screen door!"
My goodness, I would think inside,
I don't know why she's mad
Cause I am having so much fun,
And thought, she should be glad!
I'd try to close it softer
As I went outside to play
But just in case I would forget...
"Don't slam that door!" she'd say.
Other times I'd be inside.
'Twas hard to take a peek,
But I'd know when my dad was home
Because that door would squeak.
And now I am all grown up,
With a cabin on our land
And days gone by remembrances
Was in our building plans.
The cabin just did not seem quite done...
Just didn't seem complete...
Until upon the threshold was
A door that had a squeak.
Now when our grandkids open it
We'll know they're close at hand.
We'll know that they are safe inside
When we hear that screen door slam.
By Geri Moser, Innkeeper
Breath of Heaven B&B
Petersburg, West Virginia