Imagine if you will, a door
There is nothing special about this door
Its white, with a handle at its centre
Just like any other door

Imagine now that the door swings open
Revealing a field of flowers
Spread as far as the eye can see

Imagine then that there is a path
Which winds its way through the field
Meandering here and there
With no real purpose

And on the path is a gorgeous little boy
His golden hair is mussed in the wind
And his laughter rings out to you across the field

You start to call out to him
To call him back
But he is on a journey
To places where you can’t follow

Your heart breaks realising you must let him go
That he is strong and brave
Embarking on a never-ending adventure

Gently you close the door
Knowing that you can open it at any time
To watch him, to remember
With tears streaming down your face
You whisper “Be safe little one”