Late afternoon light
kisses translucent curtains
the way it has year after year,
as familiar as the wallpaper
i chose from a patchwork quilt of samples
back when i couldn't imagine a time
I'd want to look
at anything else.
The wallpaper frames a sampler embroidered
Friendship, Love and Truth:
words that take on new meanings
as friends come, go, stay.
And the books overflowing their shelves
each is a relic left behind
as a timeline of this room
and the person who lives here.
A life hides
in a jumble of outgrown running shoes,
the blank pages of journals too beautiful to write in,
the empty endows of a doll house too precious to put away,
a dusty pink boa framing a cloudy mirror,
the collection of boxes, each housing a story, a memory,
the worn red collar of the dog that died,
and, under the bed, a puppy's lost tennis ball.
Darkness will come soon.
I know, because it has every other night.
I'll rest my head upon a pillow that witnessed a thousand emotions.
I'll blink into the orange glow of the streetlight
until my eyelids close
and i dream amidst the pinks and blues
of my past,
my present,
my room.
Ann Atwell-McLead
My Favorite Poem in the world!
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