The New Front Door
This house used to be two.
Two tiny houses
made one
a long time ago.
I painted the front door blue.
It looked good, made a smart entrance
open all hours to all but the largest of people.
Yes, it was rather narrow
but with 3 foot thick walls each side
what could I do,
even the window had to come out
temporarily
to let the new furniture in.
That was quite a nuisance
temporarily.
And so it stayed
until a few years ago
when the blue door became
a little shabby with age.
And a shiny new plastic door
was custom made to fit the space
at no little expense.
It was then that the builder discovered
the doorway had been modified,
blocked by broken bricks
a long time ago
and plastered to match the walls.
The original doorway was six inches wider
than the doors,
both of the doors
the old and the new.
But the discovery came too late.
The new door was ready
made at great expense
and so it was fitted
and it looks fine
shiny and white
and remaining open
to all but the largest of people.
The old furniture also looks fine.


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The New Front Door by Lynn White (MY FRONT DOOR Series)
The New Front Door by Lynn White This house used to be two. Two tiny houses made one a long time ago. I painted the front door blue. It looked good, made a smart entrance open all hours to all but …

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