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 😆



 




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