Memory catch

Doors open and shut and shut and open and bang in the wind and hinges fall and doors open and shut and open and shut and bang about all silly in the wind and the attic of the mind nets it all in for before the next door bolts...fishing memories for the ocean of a heart that can never hold too much like a bustling mother with dinner for her brood..love is never enough and so the heartstring crew shout the memories in, wrestling against the washed-up gales of change, weighing them heavy and tugging...before the next door slams...memories are roped in as fertile as a North Sea catch. - susan abraham