YOU ARE READING Doors Poetry About the year my father died was when I wanted to be a father. #father #literature #loss #mind #poetry Breaking 416 33 20 by MajorSeventh by MajorSeventh Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story As possibilities impinge,speculations, fantasies, regretsspeckle the abacus of pebbles.