my roomA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
My room has black satin curtains with white lace. There are pillows to match all over the place.
A black, white and red embroidered quilt on my bed. An old antique shelf where I keep the books that I've read.
A beautiful rolltop desk and an ergonomic chair. My room and I make a perfect pair.
It's a place to relax and rest my head. I just love my waterbed.
When the world outside seems so crude. It's a wonderful place to seclude.
The carpeting is luxurious and shag. Of such comfort I try not to brag.
Okay, so I woke up this morning. Wrote this poem, cause my room is so boring.
© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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