My sister thinks it's depressing.
Shadows crawl along the bare, dull walls,
Silence seeps under the large, scary door , Monsters wait just outside the windows ,
Ready to pounce out whoever dares to look.
To scared to move, to scared to speak,
I think, I remember,
I remember that my great grandma is looking over me ,
I smell her, I sense her.
I am not scared anymore because I know that I am loved.