A key turned slowly in the latch
The creaking hinges on the door,
Did groan as it was opened
By a frail and bony hand,
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I love the way that you place so much emotion into the ordinary, that it becomes extra ordinary Thankyou again Andrew You are a fine writer Love duncan X
Wonderful picture etched here I can see her so clearly. Perhaps from a Dickens novel? ? ? ? Liked it lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
We didn't clean the backyard but let us take a clue and clean our foreyard. CP
My goodness Andrew, you have used such strong words to bring this lady to a form of life that luckily I hope never to experience. Just reading the somber story I feel blessed to have you tell it and be an onlooker. Great work where you placed and positioned the words, where only you know how. Top marks! Karin Anderson
Hi Andrew. Your poem gave the image of a hard life in a style that suggests time running out. a great read, athough it made me feel sad. Thank you. regards Ann
I always feel like an onlooker when I read your poetry, so brilliant is the imagery. A portrait of an old lady set in her ways, well done Andy, 10 Lynda xx
the imagery inside is really moving, Andrew...good write...thought provoking...10
Andrew, Have very sensitively shown us grey days of the old lady, it's the remarkable poem, 10.... Kindest regards, Tsira
I love the picture you have painted in this andrew... Your writtings are always filled with so much charactor..... It is penned so cleverly you can actually smell the cigarette and hear the stroking of the broom upon the cobbled path... Very nice job indeed! ! !