Studio Home
A tiny room to fill, still bare and inviting
mother and child in a new place
the walls were bare and a dirty white
yet I seemed to stare at them each night
There was a tiny old homey stove
but we didnt have gas to make it light
There was a little tiny table
However there were never dinners upon it
we had a tub that i loved
old yet warm
from the corners to the door
that place was a new home
yet it never seemed to last
we left that place like we had the last
left for another path
but i left behind something special
a home if possible
Copyright © Tabitha Tomes | Year Posted 2010
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