I think we all wish that we had a little room...just for us. My friend has one just down the hall from the living room. It is full of precious things to her. I visited yesterday...brought donuts and she had a coffee cake. We took our little strawberry plates and napkins, coffee cups with strawberries on them, and our goodies and went down the hall. The cat followed us. I took my knitting and she brought out the projects that she has been working on. We talked and laughed...old memories from high school to old age. We always can pick up...just like we had been together the day before. The time went by too fast. I came home and wrote this poem for her.
Nancy's Room by Balisha
There's a little room right down the hall..
With special pictures on the wall.
A comfy love seat is where I sit..
To watch TV..perhaps to knit.
A chair for Tiffany, my little kitty..
If she didn't join me t'would be a pity.
Stacks of books are everywhere..
When I'm in here, I have no cares.
A dust ball scoots across the floor..
A toy for kitty...she looks for more.
This little room with candle burning..
Is my retreat from world turning.
I sit and think of days gone by..
Forget my troubles is what I try.
If you want to visit.. please give a call..
We'll sit together.. just down the hall.
I just wanted to write something here for my friend. Nancy, you're the bestest!