The glass doors shut out
the kitchen and the dining room
from the rest of the house,
though they were never closed.
To the girl, the way they slid
on runners seemed so
only a genius could have devised such a feature.
She loved those doors – the noises they made: the swish and click.
When her mother cooked,
the girl could walk through
into that other world.
She loved those doors – the way they linked them all together.
Why did they suddenly close them
so even if she peered through the opaque glass
the girl couldn't see her mother?
Why did they close them?
She never found out.