Hear the slamming of the doors
What a tale their terror tells
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows
From the slamming of the doors,
The doors, doors, doors, doors.
(My apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Bill came into foster care two-years and nine plus months ago. Bill was a micro-preemie weighing less than two pounds at birth. We met him at two months ...