The 28th Day of Na/GloPoWriMo asks for optional prompt of recalling our favorite bedrooms in the manner of our choosing. Mostly what I remember growing up shouldn’t be.
Remonstration by Michael Doyle Looking back without much remonstration I recall how I lived across globe and nation To say it one way I lived as a military brat There would be much truth in saying that Whether in on-base housing or the community The places changed every two years for my family But it would remain the same 3 rooms each time And the same barren walls we got to climb The kids rooms would remain plain, easy to move No holes in the wall or tape or need to improve Spartan and yet still the places of our retreat No scuffles and no marks no how we'd entreat But in those rooms, we'd play sometimes together And sometimes alone was somehow just a bit better Growing in our lives enriched with imagination That consistency stayed no matter the destination Books and music became some of my better best friends There was many a world to live between bookends Much to be grown inside as I strummed guitar and sang songs And that was alright as long as it wasn't to loud or too long Oh, but the places that in the end we had loved and seen Becoming our best as sentient if somewhat confined human beings And there was plenty of room outside to build forts and play I suppose we found this quite natural in most every way It got a little much with the eventful weekly inspections White gloved and quarter tossed for our tidy dust detections There would be no mercy for our dereliction in all of our duty But, then again there was that world filled with beauty (c) April 28, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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