Your Room

I try to remember your room

There were three doors
Leading to bathroom, closet, living room
And there were two windows
With their blinds always drawn
To keep out other people's eyes
And the harsh summer sunlight
As you sat on your downy white bed

I try to remember your room

Cinderblock bookshelves laden with
Pretty picture books to look at
As I sat on your downy white bed
Learning about people, times, and places
I'd probably never know

I try to remember your room

Three big drawings on thick white paper
That would billow with the summer breeze over our heads
As we sat on your downy white bed
Looking at children's drawings, convict watercolors
And eventually the three paintings that I made thee

I try to remember your room