The Entry Way

The front entry way

Of my childhood home

Held all the memories

Of the places I’d roam

From the mud on my shoes

To the the bags on the ground

I could see my life there

But how my mother frowned

It is full of laughter

As my friends walk in

Something I should have cherished

But I didn’t realize then

Thinking of those times

I am completely grateful

That my mother never yelled

Or acted hateful

She knew how beautiful

And needed it was

That I was allowed

To act without pause

I will always look

To my childhood door

That let me me exist

With a child-like roar