Bed of roses growing
The kind that were picked for my vase
And put on my nightsand in my bedroom
And a mixed assortment of flowers

This is where I am visiting now
In my mind's eye
Somehow this place is so happy even though
It's a place that's been in my mind because I'm sick

Dolls and stuffed animals on the shelf on the wall
And it's just one long shelf that's on the wall of the entire room
A glass of water on the nightstand along
With the vase of flowers sweet

Soft yellowed linen curtains
Dance at the open window beautifully
Like a picturesque card
That would say, "Get Well Soon" no doubt

**~Marian~