My Childrens Rooms

Waiting for my boys.

 

Days come

Days go

 

Blending

Burning away

 

All matter

None significant

 

Preperations made

Pictures framed

 

All awaiting a fateful day

Dust is shooed

 

How dare you enter

This is not your room!

 

This sacred space

Enshrined for years

 

Encapsulated in a way

Watching, waiting

 

Hearing the hustle

Listenting to the bustle

 

It longs for a childs toe,

The sheets have long awaited

 

Updated for your growth,

never changed

 

Never deserted,

Nor forgotten

 

Always saved

Always maintained

 

For my boys

I will wait

 

Make your bed fresh

Every Sunday

 

Your gifts sit

Waiting for play

 

There they sit

There they'll stay

 

Love,

    Mom

 

 

Ursula Kay Vos  11/17/2011

 

 

Author's Note

Edited 12/8/2011 ~UKV

Reviews

[EMF]

As always, if you know the story it is both uplifting and heartbreaking...but just for now, pretend I don't. How does it stand, JUST as a poem? Damn well. You have beautiful imagry in it. A floor, longing for childrens toes will stay with me for a long while. Your phraseology and turn of phrase are perfection, while your pace and beat are simply wonderful. The theme, universal to anyone who longs for a child in their lives. Just as a poem it is still uplifting, and heartbreaking. Stirring emotions and feelings in this grizzled old chest.