Recolections

I was six when we moved and
Although I don’t remember all of it,
I know the walls were red,
Since it was called the red room.

The dark navy couch with
Little white flowers must have been there,
And probably the red Lay-Z boys too.

And I’m quite sure the Christmas tree
Was always back in the red room
Because Buddy would lay under it,
Shedding on the tree skirt, or batting at ornaments.

I remember this is where I played,
My toys behind the couch that hid
The TV—I’d have to pop my head over
To see what was going on in the world,
But I never really watched, only glanced.

Because it didn’t affect me.

I was protected by the
Redness of my playroom.Laughing