I could hear the children <br />laughing. <br />They were not laughing at me. <br />There were beer stains <br />on the carpet. <br />But there was carpet. <br />It didn't matter. <br /> <br />Even the sun was cold <br />in Winter. <br />But I was always safe <br />and warm. <br />Standing between me <br />and danger <br />there was always someone. <br />Or something. <br /> <br />There were thing I did not have. <br />Things I didn't know existed. <br />I knew nothing of 'sick' or 'twisted' <br />'way back then <br />and I was happy in what I thought <br />was the world. <br /> <br />Sometimes now they <br />force me out <br />and make me see it <br /> how they see it. <br />But they can't make <br /> me stay in their world. <br />I go home when I am able. <br /> <br />And my sky is balls of cotton <br />and my walls are rosy swatches <br />and the floor is beer stained carpet. <br />I still hear the children laughing.<br /><br />Linda Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belleview/
