9 July 2012
The floor of my room has history The green carpet means a lot to me.
It's been tread many times before This house was built just before the war.
This room has lived through generations No bomb has ever rocked its foundations
I peeled back the corner of the carpet To learn how this house started...
Under the boards I found a book Holding my breath I dared to look
Inside, a diary of the first world war I read the entries, eyes wide with awe
His loss of love and broken friends I read on to see how he depends
On his family and willpower to keep him alive His arm shot off, it killed him inside.
This room has sentimental value for me. As the carpet has it's history.
Carpet • Opuss № I