Bedroom

My childhood bedroom was a wonderland

of stuffed animals and miniature cars,

Little Golden books and records

and plastic men from Mars,

drawing pads and crayons

and stacks of comic books.

In between two chests of drawers

I had a little reading nook.

The monster models on my shelves

always gave me a fright.

I could swear I saw them move

after Mom turned off the light.

My best times were spent holed up

in my insulated, magical place.

I wished I could detach it from the house

and fly it off into outer space. - Jeff Barnes