Knickknacks on the shelves,
And candles by themselves.

Heavy curtains on the windows,
Things the color indigo.

Sorted CDs in small drawers,
On the wide uncovered floor.

Covered couch, long and wide,
In which my mom has pride.

Computers annd two TVs,
Places where we all agree.

What is this place,
With so little space?

It is my home,
From where I would not roam.