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.
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.