A Momentous Smile

As I opened the door,

to a place I call home,

I was greeted;

by my father, standing;

by the shoe rack,

busy on his phone.

he looked at me,

and the lips stretched and bent,

zipping through his wrinkled face,

his endearing smile clasped me;

in a tight embrace.

The squiggled lines;

of thought,

that ravaged my mind,

unwound;

to a single straight file.

And as I closed the door,

I left my struggles there,

to face them;

when I open this door,

again.