One room <br />For myself <br />To share with you <br />With hot plate and <br />Lounge, easily made ready for bedding <br />And a recliner <br />When I feel so inclined. <br />B. B. King strumming and <br />Singing the blues on a one speaker stereo... <br />And my one red light <br />Giving your face a glow <br />As you try not to disturb me <br />Reaching over me to fetch something <br />From the bureau drawer. <br />A 25-inch black and white TV <br />With reruns of 'Good Times' when <br />There was a papa... <br />One cracked mirrored wall to reflect <br />Your graces as you move cat-like, <br />Bumping into nothing, toward the mantle <br />With your sweet clutter... <br />And my old hat adorning the coffee table <br />As does your empty cup. <br />And I don't mind when a sports-caster <br />Gives the ball game score to the beat <br />Of the Isley Brothers... <br />Comfort... <br />One room and you <br />And the rent book <br />Marked paid in advance <br />Three months <br />Cause we hit the number! <br />Comfort! <br />Comfort! <br />Whatever happened to it? <br />Must have been the big step we took <br />From poverty <br />To <br />In <br />Debt!<br /><br />Dorothy (Alves) Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-ever-happened-to-it-comfort/
