A Poem For The BWH

B.W.H

There is a brilliant place

That’s not too far from here.

It’s where I go to escape the world

I find some comfort there.

Black and white damask galore;

You’ll see that I adore.

Not always clean that’s easy to see too,

Speaking of that… hey, do I still have a floor?

Pictures of people I love the most

Squeezed into 3x5’s

Trinkets, treasures, trophy’s and tacks

All shades of this girls simple life.

But it’s not the things that fill this room,

That make it a place to seek

It’s the characters that come to play

C’mon let’s take a peek.

Deep conversations and laughter;

It is clear that this room is no place for sleep or peace

No worries, though no worries;

Because my gratitude increase.

Bizarre things said, that others might not get

“You my friend, you treat me right.”

But it’s in these words and sayings too

That I realize I have sight.

Without these people around me,

To fill my already crammed space

I am emptier than ever

And have no urge to continue the race.

So take away this furniture

All pieces refurbished by me

Take away these fancy pillows

Or consider leaving three.

A stronger word than friendship,

For these bonds that I have felt;

Grateful, blessed, or thankful?

Those don’t even cover what I’ve been dealt.

What makes a house a home?

Is a question to address

I’ll tell you one thing that I know,

It’s not in my metal dress.

I could describe a small box sitting

Empty on the road

Or a room with lavish things,

The price yet to be told.

But it’s not the things contained

In a circle, cube or square

It’s the spirits, bonds and connections

That should ‘bring us safely there’.

There’s a brilliant group of sisters;

They live not far from here

We call each other family

Though no DNA we share.