Through the doorways of time, as we walk,

Sharing with a Love one, we shall talk.

With many memories we share and we can see,

Plus many doorways that will be.

Like the clouds up in the sky,

Or passing storm that just blew by.

The Loving times we have had,

To the sad times that were bad.

Through doorways of time we now pass with care,

But knowing with Loved ones we can always share.

By John E. Mingo Sr