Don’t make my bed the way you want yours <br />Teach me instead how to make a bed or a crib <br />Never let me into the habit of just counting sheep <br />I may want a field for to graze my goats <br /> <br />Don’t present me with a mural of your majestic self <br />Bestow me instead an art for my able hands <br />Never adorn my walls with vistas of far away lands <br />I may want to paint a fresco of my ancestors and elfs <br /> <br />Don’t dissent that which I chose for my goats, a field rural <br />Impart me the wisdom of your bones, your last fall <br />Never regret my choice of a fresco on that wall <br />I may want to paint your majesty counting sheep on our mural <br /> <br />Dont criticize to put me down, instead teach me with clarity <br />For times of scarce, when you're gone and lain <br />To the helpless left, we know sorrow and pity cant sustain <br />Search your heart for who is accountable for life's disparity <br /> <br />260108<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dont-make-my-bed/
