My Living Room Poem by Wegen Gebresilasie

A light revives her sight avoiding the numerous items of mess that filled the room. She sits on a comfy couch looking out of the window. Harmony expands familiarity in the conventional family room. The room is full of laughter, joy and sadness at times. A seven year old's toys, have not been put in place. There are glass cups everywhere. Beneath the faded, blue rug vanishing bread crumbs nestle. They pray the mother has not added, any attention, hidden by the shadows along the length of a low lying table. The ground is a reflection of scattered thoughts; in the opposite direction school shoes are flung carelessly, in a place difficult to be found tomorrow in time for school. There is a half attempted word search that Kevin seems to have started but didn't bother to finish. A little elegant looking table that consists of old magazines, a newspaper and TV Guide from past years, still lies beside photo display frames which seems to have all been vandalised. A couple of black cushion slightly sit ruffled, resting on the couch against empty white washed walls. Under the collection of cushions lie hidden things: a tooth pick, earphones, loose change, remote control batters, and the occasional candy wrapper that constantly assumes the seven year old is at fault