My Red Door

My Red Door

In the soft morning light it stands so bright,

A bold red door, a welcoming sight.

Painted with love, a brush stroke of cheer,

Whispers of home, so precious and near.

It guards my secrets and tales yet untold,

From laughter of children to stories of old.

Each knock holds a promise, a moment to share,

Behind that red door, there’s warmth in the air.

A symbol of hope, passion, and grace,

It invites weary travelers to find their place.

And as twilight falls, its hue glows aglow,

A vibrant reminder of love’s endless flow.

So here's to my door, drenched in ruby delight,

A beacon of courage, fierce in the night.

Its richness embraces all who draw near,

For in its bold redness, there’s nothing to fear.