Poem - A Personal Exclusive Place...

Crumbs On The Floor

There were crumbs on the floor,
crumbs from the last tea time,
it was never there before,
the crumbs were none of mine.

Several makciks came for tea,
they were in the living room,
they sat in the sofas with Ummi,
I better go get the broom.

After the makciks went home,
the living room floor was mine again,
at night I lie on it alone,
it has been mine since I don't know when.

I've never had my own bed,
nor have I ever had my own bed room,
it's alright I always said,
I might get one soon.

Until then, this floor is my nest,
this floor is my dining table,
this floor is my study desk,
and this floor is where I watch cable.