A 5-year old’s bedroom (IP)
I open my eyes, and what do I see?
My own little world that is just for me –
the curtains whose shapes and figures I weave
into stories of heroes and make believe;
the cupboards and drawers full of ever so much –
bundles of clothes, special stones, and such,
bits of old toys that I use in a way
that’s different from what the instructions say;
the shelves with my books – some I’ve had for so long
(the newer ones haven’t yet grown to belong);
the fort from a box which contained once a ’fridge,
my brother’s old bricks for the railway-line’s bridge.
I love all our house, but this is my space,
this is my corner, the bestest place.
[IP: must contain the following words (but not in any particular order); 'curtains, contained, full']