I'm sitting here in the room I grew-up in. <br />Knotty pine walls with all the build-ins. <br />My mom's brother was the carpenter. <br />He went from farming to entrepreneur. <br />You could draw a line right done the middle. <br />Each half the room a mirror riddle. <br />Identically the same you see. <br />The craftsmanship of highest degree. <br /> <br />It really was built for my two older brothers. <br />Two years apart but different from each other. <br />The older one with the book smart sense. <br />The younger with the street smart defense. <br />They are both 10 years older than I. <br /> <br />So really the room wasn't mine. <br />Until I was much older you see. <br />But I still think of it as built for me. <br />That's were I spent most of my remembering years. <br />All the memories laughter and tears. <br /> <br />So, here I am again, sitting in this room. <br />Feeling the safeness, as if back in mother's womb. <br />Boy, don't you wish you could turn back the clock, <br />and go back to the place that was your rock. <br />When your biggest worry wasn't time, <br />but what you could buy with one thin dime. <br /> <br /> <br />29 April 2007<br /><br />JoJo Bean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knotty-pine-notes/
