Derelict House

Door, who passed through
Over your threshold?
Who went out in the early morning?
A farmer to milk his cow?
Who came home to eat at noon? 
The farmer from his fields?
The children from school?
Door, who latched you at night?
Who lit the oil lamp at the table?
What mother sat after rocking a baby to sleep
Knitting a warm hat, mending clothes, darning stockings?
Door, tell me your stories.
Tell me about your people.

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