This Life Of Mine

I am from a place where the

beds never made and there

are teddy bears everywhere

and I am always tripping over

my chair

I am from home where the blue

walls and a bookcase call

I am from a loving home, where

the paint is peeling, but

it is warm inside

Not a house but a home,

where the fresh scent

of roses mingle with the

emotions in the air,

and guests never

want to leave

Kirstyn Wiebke Olsen

Copyright ©2007 Kirstyn Wiebke Olsen