Father and Mother

Behind that door

Spoke in hushed tones

Afraid and angry

No

Angry and afraid

that I

little as may be

was beginning to understand

what hid behind that bedroom door

A scream,A shout

A yelp for help

All but laughs could be heard behind that

bedroom door

I was curious,

A dog seeking his master

I was anxious,

A son seeking his father

I was furious

A stone seeking its carver

I was angered

A lie seeking a liar

I was all but happy

thinking of all happening

behind that bedroom door

Once i watched,

Waited and wanted

for tomorrow to come

that i may have my bedroom door

with someone to explore

To Discover or rather

Re-Discover

what happens

behind that bedroom door.