Morney Wilson

Rookie (3rd April 1969 / Edinburgh)

The Pink Room - Poem by Morney Wilson

When you get to the pink room
do not forget to leave her
a rose.

I want her to know
we have remembered the pink room,
I want her to remember me.

I dreamt of the pink room last
night, of a time when it kept me safe,
a time when it kept her safe.

The pink room is hidden from view
now, has been stripped bare of the
lilac, the silver - someone
I will never know has carelessly
splashed blue paint over my memories.

If you should go to the pink room,
you know you will see me there.
I never could leave the pink room -
remember to leave me a rose.

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  • Rookie - 39 Points Malini Kadir (6/14/2007 11:51:00 PM)

    memories of child hood do linger.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011


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