My Bedside Table

My Bedside Table stands faithfully by my bed day in and day out.

The shape is not extraordinary just ordinary, which is perfect for me.

I claimed it when driving home from somewhere.

It stood curbside just waiting to be taken home by someone.

Afternoon rain coated the surface just enough so I could wipe away the previous owner.

It has aged gracefully like a women with a story to tell.

Her skin a bit dry from living her life.

My Bedside Table has been around my house serving other rooms.

It was a sofa table but was replaced by a younger version.

The basement was lucky enough to have it for a while waiting in the corner patiently for its next purpose.

Plants flourished in the sun on top of it in the dining room.

There was no space in the office for it.

My Bedside Table found its way to my bedroom when I needed to redecorate and rearrange.

It has replaced another.

On top sits a traditional lamp given to me by my sister at a time when I was starting one of my other lives.

Also Poems by Pablo about falling in love, being in love and feeling joy and excitement.

Next to the poetry are glossy magazines to make me healthier and more beautiful than I already am.

The shelf below holds books I should read, want to read and want to read again.

Under the book of American Poetry is a purple box where love and romance are held.

My Bedside Table has a drawer the holds trinkets lost and found.

Memories past that I need to keep. 

Files and cream to keep both my hands and feet manicured.

There are pens and paper to write thoughts when I am awake at 3A.M.

Scissors to cut those dreadful tags on clothing.

A flash lite when I am afraid.

A book filled with life lesson that every single girl should read.

My Bedside Table contains what I need when reaching from my warm bed.

It is my companion.