An Ode To Furniture
The heart of one’s home
By Erin HensleyPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ashim D’Silva on Unsplash
I toss
I turn
I think
I blink
Into your warmth
I start to sink
The rain outside
Slides down the panes
I give a yawn
Put down my frames
The heavy press
Of canine head
Confirms that this
Is now my bed
I shift a bit
To set the tone
Reach out to table
Set down my phone
I snuggle deep
In blankets soft
My wayward thoughts
Are sent aloft
My head is rested
On pillowed end
My beloved couch
My dearest friend
I did have plans
And things to do
But here we are
Must follow through
The best of naps
I always find
Occur unplanned
Just spring to mind
I shut my eyes
And drift away
These simple naps
They make my day
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