My Room
My Room
by Marsha Marie
my bed, my cloud of peacefulness and escape
my desk, with two windows to the world.
my closet, my portal to wardrobes of the past
my box of pics, countless memories
my laptop, a catalyst of expression
my basket of toys and a crib to boot, my grandbaby's day care
my swivel rocker chair, a comforting sight with its quirky squeak
my file cabinet, documents-documents-documents, a family history in writing
my 80's boombox, oh the memories!
my large box of 300 markers, pens and pencils - how many does one person need? LOL 😆
my Bangles-book poster hanging high, a gentle reminder of a life long gone
my pics of my grandchildren, the truest form of my happiness
my mom's high school graduation picture, she is so lovely and young
and then there is my personal pharmacy, a crude reminder of my cancer-ridden today
...............God grant me the grace to accept where I am at this time in my life and forgiveness to accept my limitations
my room is my sanctuary to cry and remember yesteryears, and entertain hopes for a future
my locked door, my key to safety and solitude
i love my room, my little corner stool at life's buffet
my only wish, .....................i wish i had my own bathroom! LOL 😆
