Today’s poem started out when my mom told my, for the millionth time, to “Get out of my corner.” ‘My corner,’ by the way, is my room, where she says I spend far too much time without even a window up. Well, maybe that’s true… I promise I’m going outside after I post this, I promise! 😀
My Corner
I like my corner
This is my domain
Where I am the master
And what you say
Does not go
You would have me leave my corner
For you say all this time here
IS not good for me
And that I should
See more than its walls
You tell about my corner
Threaten to throw away
All that keeps me here
And say that I am
Only hurting myself
But you should love my corner
For someday I
Will leave it forever
And you’ll only be able to
Wish I was sitting there
My Life is a Notebook 