85 Closets
On the boulevard of my mind
Sits my dream house, so refined
A skylight is above my bed
A kitchen done in black and red
A pool, of course, a hot tub too
Libraries, yes, one or two
And closets? Yes please, just a few
Eighty-five or sixty-two
One just for my silky nightgowns
One for black shoes, one for brown
One for Christmas wreaths and lights
One for summer toys and kites
One for dishes I don’t need
One for books I should reread
One for stones that I find quaint
One for buckets of old paint
One for string to short to save
One for kids who misbehave
The others will find a purpose when
I buy more useless stuff again
When building castles in the air
Have extra storage space to spare
Wow! This poem has a sense of bravery in the midst of pain! Your mention of Jimmy Buffet is timely and adds another level of intenseness. Your writing is more than a journey, it’s a Destination!! Thank you for your poems and your comments!!
Um, it sounds like you meant to leave this comment somewhere else? It doesn’t seem to match this poem.
But now I want to read that one! Lol