Mom's Old Desk

It is wooden,

Built into the nook in the corner,

A collection of various trinkets shelved above,

And a sturdy chair seated in front.

Homework scattered,

The girl leaned her head on her arm,

Deep in thought, and the annoying little sister

Yapped and clamored about the room.

Diapers and a padded mat,

A crying infant lay on the table,

While mother attended, and the room

Was no longer hers.

Drips on the wood,

A girl sat with her tears,

Come from far to watch,

As her family suffered.

All these things,

This desk has seen.

The old wooden desk,

In the Blue Room.