Last week I joined another group on here, it's a sister group with Picture Perfect. I thought it would be a great challenge for me to do a little writing along with a posted picture.
Each weekend Pictures To Words will post a picture. You grab the picture and post it on your blog and write something about the photo. It can be anything, a poem, a story for just some thoughts about the picture but it has to come from within you, no copy writing. Then on Wednesday you head back to Pictures To Words site and you post a link to your blog for others to read your interpretation of the picture. Hope I explained that correctly lol
This Weeks Picture Is
Doors
Today as I stand here, keys in my hand the shivers run up my spine as I stare down the hallway at the many doors . I never thought I would return to this house, but here I stand. My last memory of being here I was as a child, a child who was scared to open each door.
I took a few steps then felt the sunlight hit my face, it felt so warm, a nice place to stay and I would find my mind wondering, but then she would call for me "child, come closer"
Hearing her voice would bring me back to the reason why I was here. Taking a few more steps and enter another door way. Why can't these doors be locked and they key tossed away were my thoughts this particular day. I would push another door open and take another step towards her and felt my mothers hand on my back as she was pushing me forward. How I loved the warm felling of the sun and knowing there is only coldness at the end of this long walk. Taking another step, I then start to see her face more clearly, the lines that have seen many years of hardship, the wheelchair she now sits in and the smell of what seemed rotten flowers. Is is sad I thought.
Why were they making me do this I thought, I'm only a child. Children shouldn't have to do such things. Taking another step, pushing the last door open I entered the room where she was. I was always scared of her for some reason and today I knew why. She gestured her hand towards the end of the room, my stomach was turning, I couldn't swallow down the lump in my throat, my eyes started to water, it was like my feet were glued. I yet again felt my mothers hand on my back as the woman in the wheelchair said "Child, go and say your goodbyes to your Grandfather"
Today I stand here, keys in my hand, shivers run down my spine at the thought of being the owner of this home that was left to me by my Grandmother who passed away recently. The house has been sitting empty for so many years now, but it seems like I can still smell the rotten flowers besides my Grandfathers casket......Why is the real estate agent late!
~Sens~
Something different, hope I did it "write" lol 
