This Poem was Submitted By: angela therese boozer On Date: 2000-06-19 00:12:45 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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My Bed

It's my bed A place where I can hide But not escape reality It's warm and cozy here  But I cannot sleep knowing others don't have one just like it It's my bed Unique and irreplaceable  By another who chooses to invade Which will make it very dark  In this place of slumber So i will turn on a light It;s my bed Where i look into another world Confess my sins And drink red waters Waters inlike I have ever tasted before It cushions me in my time of need  While blanketing me with love no matter what the hour may be Giving me trust  Earning responsibility Knowing it is always there when I take a fall It's my bed Unlike any you will ever see It's the warmest place of all, since my bed is my family

Copyright © June 2000 angela therese boozer

Additional Notes:
i make use of the term red waters because it has always been my way of saying....family is blood....weather its blood or not. just my way of seeing things


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