My Room

November 14, 2007
The scent of hard work fills the room.
New carpet and wood chips linger
in the shadows of years past.

Piles of books and clothes cover the carpeted base.
A splash of intense color
separates it from the outside world.
The spice less oatmeal world.

Years of laughter and joy echo through the air
in silence.
Ghosts peek out from their hiding places
and leave their traces in every nook and cranny.
Children's playthings are imprinted in memories
as are endless hours of fun.

A welcoming bunk bed beckons with its soft hands.
Security ensures the peace of mind and
the essence of love and care fills every corner
of the safe haven.

A retreat

A second home.

My room.

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