My favorite room is where I write.
I spend many hours there.
Morning, mid-day, even at night
in my favorite rocking chair.
My piano and my PC friends
I also occupy.
There's just one window in the room
that allows me a view of the sky.
It's the smallest room in my house.
But to me it's just the right size.
There's a red rose over the piano
painted by the one with eyes
as beautiful as a midnight sky.
I look at it before I write.
Whether it be a poem or a song
it's the room where my fancy takes flight.
I would not trade this little room
for a castle or a suite.
For the comfort this room gives to me
makes me feel complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem