What Ever Happened To It....Comfort... Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

One room
For myself
To share with you
With hot plate and
Lounge, easily made ready for bedding
And a recliner
When I feel so inclined.
B. B. King strumming and
Singing the blues on a one speaker stereo...
And my one red light
Giving your face a glow
As you try not to disturb me
Reaching over me to fetch something
From the bureau drawer.
A 25-inch black and white TV
With reruns of 'Good Times' when
There was a papa...
One cracked mirrored wall to reflect
Your graces as you move cat-like,
Bumping into nothing, toward the mantle
With your sweet clutter...
And my old hat adorning the coffee table
As does your empty cup.
And I don't mind when a sports-caster
Gives the ball game score to the beat
Of the Isley Brothers...
Comfort...
One room and you
And the rent book
Marked paid in advance
Three months
Cause we hit the number!
Comfort!
Comfort!
Whatever happened to it?
Must have been the big step we took
From poverty
To
In
Debt!