Room 8611

my thoughts on my aunt having her first child.

Room 8611,

The room where a new life began

The room where old grudges subsided

Where old things said are left in the past,

A place where everyone should come together

But you push us away,

You say that we don't know what we're talking about

You say you know what your doing,

But taking care of a baby is hard work

And listening to your friends is not helping

Room 8611,

The room where a new life begins

The room where new grudges grow

Room 8611,

Its not you its the people in the room...

Reviews

[blakjassy]

This is a very interesting insight into the coming together of a family... or at least that is what I get from it... So often happy family occasions such as Weddings, births, birthday gatherings... bring out the worst when in fact it should do the opposite!

[Sometimes Blood]

Great poem!

[Daytonight]

Very good work! Keep on penning.

[Garfield Rupe]

It reminds me of a young couple trying to raise their children their own way and always getting unsolicited advice from their parents. The Parents do not take in to consideration that the parents are just that. Parents an no longer kids themselves

[Chirinos20]

A good write! Every place you move in give you new memories and at times might let you forget old ones. A household is a symbol of love. Being in a certain house might remember you of a dead brother, mother of father. This is a great piece!

[Sean Allen]

Nice little poem centered around the room number, but explaining so much. Keep up the good work.

[oops sorry (not really)]

hmzelz this is confusing...

[ClockWork GRIMM]

For some reason this really struck a cord with me... Extend it into a story and see where it takes you... :)

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Agony and appreciation mixed, the baby care and relax...

[Ciara]

soo good

[Jvl narasimharao]

You are making wonders with numbers.