The bed creaked as I sat on blue
And white satin sheets and started writing, my wrists moving swiftly
The snake slithering slowly in her golden tank
the scales on her body glittering
I wonder if she is content with solitude.
Rainbow holiday lights glow on my stairs
Old sports trophies collect dust on my dresser
GIving them a grayish look.
Ink darkens my hand and blots my white lined paper
In the corner my grandmother’s rosary
Flashing ruby, emerald and opal onto my walls.
Her name etched into the cross
Like her memory in my heart