2.18.2006

I have a place, #3

I have a place, a special place
Where only I can go
It holds all my special things
The ones I love so

This place has rooms
With walls that only I can see
Where secrets are kept
Reviled to only me

Some items there are yellowed by time
Some are almost new
Each has a place, a reason
That makes each room complete

See that shiny penny
And the button in the drawer
I know why I keep them there
What they mean to me

I visit here more often now
I linger in each room
Dust off all the cobwebs
Bring each item into view

I have a place, a special place
Where only I can go
It holds all my memories
The ones I love so

by Red



A Would be Poets Conundrum

5 comments:

V said...

Aww, that`s beautiful, red.

It really seems like your home, your memories.
V

TJ said...

For as long as i remember I have wanted an attic. I cherish so many things and would love to store them away in such a place you write about.
I really enjoyed your poem and was wondering if anyone would tackle this picture.
Thanks for the comfort poem.
TJ

Tammy said...

This made me feel warm and take inventory of my treasure's. Beautiful job!

Bedazzzled1 said...

"I visit here more often now
I linger in each room
Dust off all the cobwebs
Bring each item into view"

Ah, you have captured the comfort memories can bring. Nicely done.

Bon & Mal Mott said...

I loved this. It holds a memory of my youth that I cherish.
Mal