Monday, March 28, 2011

Day 421: Ode To My Bed

Whenever I wander,
Whenever I roam
There's only one thing I miss
More than home

Tho not an obvious source
Of Joyful Moments, 'tis true
The foundation for many
Rests solely with you

Without the comfort
And blissful sleep you provide
Such great Moments of Joy
Could not in my life abide

There's never another
That can suffice in your stead
My dearest, my own,
My favoritest bed.

Wishing you all Joyful Moments that find you sleeping in your own bed and inspire poetry!


Linda said...

I absolutely LOVE your poetry! Thanks for sharing. And I agree with its sentiment.

The joy today is that Krysta's surgery is over and that she did better than we could imagine. She's such an amazing 3 year old. I want to be like her when I grow up.

gus said...

How did I miss this previously? I love it and have to agree that it's a good deal of what sent me scurrying homeward in such a hurry.....