Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina

CAST IRON GATES

Christina: Cast Iron GatesCast Iron Gates
Open one –
Someone waits…

Behind another,
rusted closed,
a brother.

In greening Spring
a wooden swing
where robins sing.

An icy puddle,
a frosty field
sad sheep huddle

Cast Iron Gates, I find
aren’t my favorites…
I like the picket kind…

But anywhere
a loved one waits
on porch or stair

There’s no debate
I’ll gladly take
the Iron Gate.