Knock Knock Poem by Dominic Ewa

Knock Knock. Expecting "who is there? ".
No answer. But I can see the light's on.
I can here footsteps, voices and the occasional cough.
So I called out as loud as my vocal cord permits.
I know you can hear me. Don't you recognise my voice?

It's the starting seed of your life.
The one who held you first, bathe you first, love you first.
The one you spoke to first, cried to and laughed with first.
How could she have forgotten me in a flash, I wondered by the door.

Knock knock. Please come to the door.
I'm not asking to be let in; let's talk through the keyhole.
"Go away" was the command I got.
Refusing to obey, I continue to knock.

Half a decade of knocking on your door.
Now myknuckles are all tired and frail.
I know you can hear me, soprepare yourself for this:
The day the future generation will inquire from you: mum, what did grandpa actually did wrong to YOU?