The Doorway

As I stand in the doorway to yesteryear.

The voices of the past echo loudly,

calling me to remember.

Remember the days of yesteryear.

Seeing all my love ones once again.

Walking through the door of time.

Feeling the wind rush past me,

as I watch all the forgotten thoughts appear.

It’s the good days,

and bad days that no longer look bad.

It’s the relaxing reflection of me.

The journey through yesteryear freed me mentally and physically.

Now I can enjoy the journey back to the here and now,

Never to visit yesteryear again.

Anjetta (Anjie) Williams-Brown