Do come in

Come in

don’t stand dithering at the doorway

I leave the door ajar for friends

who knows when one might want to drop in

I can offer a shoulder to cry on

an ear for gossip

a cup of tea to soothe frayed nerves

a meal to satisfy stomach and soul

and some lame jokes to make you laugh.


be dismayed by the clutter around

nor if the beds are unmade

and the laundry all piled up

I am taking a break

from being presentable all the time

I prefer to be present these days.

I know

dropping in is not easy always

so you can call me any time

one can always drop everything for friends

at times all one needs is a listener

or to listen to a voice that cares.


of course there is always social media

to get in touch with

or when you just want to know

that reaching out is possible

although you are not in a mood

to do so right then.


I will still keep my door ajar

it is the doorway to kinship

for I don’t want to miss the opportunity

that I might have with you.


at the end of the day

It is friends who make

intangible difference to life

so don’t hesitate at the doorway

come right in.

Sadje, another one for you.

29 thoughts on “Do come in

  1. Punam, this lovely friendly poem reminds me of the old days when friends dropped by unannounced. ❤ Sometimes they just opened the door and called out, "Hey, Frances! You busy?"

    "Oh, hi, Bernice, I just baked some cookies. Come on in!"

    Frances, my grandmother, and her sister, Bernice, lived in a small Pennsylvania town, where this was the usual behavior. I never did see Grandma with her bed unmade, though! 🙂

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  2. This is beautiful!

    I grew up in a very safe neighborhood where everyone did this. Except our house. My mother had us under lock and key at all times because of some reason only known to her. We could stay out late and play in the streets if we wanted, but the front door was ALWAYS locked. All the doors were. Yet, we were the only house on the block where the whole world would just show up unannounced. They’d never pop their head in (they couldn’t), they’d just step out of their car and yell, Rocky-Style. Whether she had any idea who it was or not, she would open the door and greet them as if they were best friends from grade school. So the reason for the locks never made any sense since the door spent most of its time wide open anyway.

    When my ex and I moved into our house, I was a mix between normal people and my mom. We had two locks on the front door, and everyone and their cousin had the key to the bottom lock. We only locked the top when no one was allowed in without calling first (it was rare, but it did happen when we just weren’t up for company). No one but us had the top lock. So people would just unlock the door and come in “hey Marla, you around?” Or they would find out they weren’t invited in at three am when they’d bang their nose on the door because we had the top locked lol

    Now my door always stays locked. I’m back in a condo and it’s very safe. I used to not lock it when I lived here the first time, but now there are people with kids across the hall. No, I don’t think their thrives by virtue of their ages, but the one is only 2. There hasn’t been a time that he hasn’t tried to open my door when he passes. He always gets told no by his parents, but they are kind of strange people. Very sweet, but strange.

    I was waiting for the elevator and the little boy opened the front door on another unit. The dad told him no, took his hand and walked him away. The daughter asked if she should close the door and he said no, she shouldn’t touch the neighbors stuff. He didn’t close it either. I went and closed it. Thought about locking it, but for all I know the owner ran out side to say hello to someone and her keys were still inside. I just closed it. But kids will be kids (we totally all tried to open every door we passed once we learned how!) and some people are just strange and would leave a front door their kid opened wide open just because…of whatever.

    Last time I lived here, there were four units on my floor with kids. I’m not a particularly kid friendly person, but they all seem to like me no matter how I try to get away. I never locked my door because there would always be some random child banging on it if I did. I’d come out of the shower and there’s be a gaggle of kids from all over the floor just watching Sesame Street on my couch. And they always had food. They would bring food from their units so they could watch Sesame Street on my couch. I will never understand it. When I was a kid, I never went to a neighbors house to watch Sesame Street. I went over to visit and they might put it on in the background. But kids are all strange. One kid used to come over just to hang out and do his homework.

    That’s the good thing about being the adult with the open door. You get to set rules. If you’re not here to specifically see me, you’re here because you want to be smart. Be smart or go home. They’d bring books, borrow mine, watch public tv, do homework. All sorts of stuff. It annoyed some parents, but they didn’t bother stopping their kids, why lecture me when I’m late for work? Other parents just thanked me and gave me little gifts. Had their kid draw me a picture for my fridge kind of thing.

    I don’t know what made me think of this… but your poem brought all of that up. Being neighborly can be nice.


  3. Love the sense of invitation in this one and how going into someone’s home is not about judging its appearance but more about connect with the person!


  4. I thought I’d commented on this once already, Punam, but I must have dreamed it or I’m as old as I feel right now! This is a beautiful poem that honestly moved me. Friendship is precious to all who take time to nurture it. Let’s be present for one another during the good times and bad.


  5. I loved this one – the sense of friendship that can be nurtured this way! I’m always willing to ditch my dusting if there is an opportunity to visit with a friend!!


  6. Such a beautiful, open and generous invitation. Thanks Punam, I’d love to drop in and have a heart to heart with you. Lovely poem my friend. Thanks again.

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  7. This is such a warm and heartfelt piece, Punam! I remember when it was a safer world and friends would just pop in for a chat and a good couple of coffee. ❤️


  8. Absolutely loved your poem – laundry can stay where it is, I prefer being present – this lingered most in me from your welcoming heartwarming poem. This space of comfort and reliability is so needed in today’s world and in person meeting so treasured.


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