The Green Door

a poem by Lady Shaula Salathe, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

Written for my darling friend Sally, as the 'for sale' sign went up on the family home of 50 years.

I tried to pretend that nothing had changed as I busily went through the days
but the sign at the front of the family home that said 'forthcoming auction' drove that away
and I stared at a bottle green door with the number 15 that I'd passed by a million times
and the curly black hinges and careworn handle were overshadowed by the red of the ominous sign
And I know things are changing and God re-arranging and I cry as I stumble and fall
Over memories that trick and things that unpick me and leave me in a heap on the floor

But somewhere above or beyond my ears - I’m sure I hear a call… saying
‘Darling, don’t worry - we’re right here beside you, you know that we’re not far away
And this old house, made of just bricks and mortar is not somewhere you’re meant to stay
so darling, take the love and the laughter out with you, cos that’s all you’re meant to take
and to leave your heart forever here under this roof alone would be a mistake’.

Somehow life is tricky and my birthday turning 50, it happened just a few weeks ago,
so we rounded up the friends from the decades round the world and partied here, just to show
That death isn’t that frightening and life can be inviting
I could barely stand through joy and the tears
And we filled old house with one last party to remember through the years

But somewhere above or beyond my ears - I’m sure I hear a call… saying
‘Darling, don’t worry - we’re right here beside you, you know that we’re not far away
And this old house, made of just bricks and mortar is not somewhere you’re meant to stay
so darling, take the love and the laughter out with you, cos that’s all you’re meant to take
and to leave your heart forever here under this roof alone would be a mistake’.


Now don’t get me wrong, I live a life so blessed
with children and music and friends in a mess
and my best friend dropped in from London for my birthday
and life is truly a joy
But getting older and watching time go by a drifting
Can make me wonder where the time has gone
So I’ll carry that green door in my bag of mem’ries and I will carry on


But somewhere above or beyond my ears - I’m sure I hear a call… saying
‘Darling, don’t worry - we’re right here beside you, you know that we’re not far away
And this old house, made of just bricks and mortar is not somewhere you’re meant to stay
so darling, take the love and the laughter out with you, cos that’s all you’re meant to take
and to leave your heart forever here under this roof alone would be a mistake’.

‘Darling, don’t worry - we’re right here beside you, you know that we’re not far away
And this old house, made of just bricks and mortar is not somewhere you’re meant to stay
so darling, take the love and the laughter out with you, cos that’s all you’re meant to take
and to leave your heart forever here under this roof alone would be a mistake’.

and I stared at a bottle green door with the number 15 that I'd passed by a million times

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