My Room Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I’ve lived in many places
That are forgotten now
And traveled many countries
They seem so far somehow

Then in a flimsy shelter
A spot of rest I found
To bind my wounds and harbor
From dangers that abound
This little room with four walls
Far from the beaten path
Has held me safe in solace
From life’s harsh aftermath

Gently like little bird chirps
My tales begin to grow
Like when I ruined that curtain
I knew not know to sew
Or when they fixed the bathroom
As water gushed about
Or when I got a new broom
Of which I was so proud

I’ve lived in many places
I don’t remember where
My wanderings now ended
In ways so small and fair.