The Wallpaper Roses Club

Freckles and blues eyes
Hid behind a sheet,
Hearing sure footsteps
Coming down the hall
She held her breath and shivered
In the searing heat…
And counted papered roses,
Climbing on the wall.
One… two… three…four…
Now he opens up the door…
Five… six… seven… eight…
Hurry Momma… don't be late …

She had a little clubhouse,
Just for her alone,
And here her mind
Would stay
Where pain
Was never known.
Roses are so pretty
Growing on the vine
Oh so pink and pretty
And they all were mine…

Written By
 Sharon Frye