They share a room, my girls do. My 13 year old and my 11 year old. Until the wee hours of the night, you can hear their murmuring and giggles. They only quiet briefly after our reprimanding. After all, there are other people that live here, we tell them. And they need sleep too.
So, they usually quiet down. For a moment. Until their voices gradually increase from a whisper to an outdoor voice. And we have to run down the hall to their pink and purple room again, to remind them that it’s bedtime and they can tell each other their secrets the following day.
They love each other. It’s obvious. And it’s beautiful. And it proves that you don’t have to be blood related to be sisters. Because they are sisters. And as close as my sister and I were. They are THAT close.
But they fight. Constantly. About sharing a room. Yet neither girl likes to sleep alone. Which…inspired this rhyming text that I wrote for a kids book. Seeing as I’m having a helluva time getting published…I may as well just post it here!
The New Room
“Its not just fair” she whined and cried.
“I want my very own room!”
She started removing all Ems’ stuff
With a dust pan and a broom.
Sam decided to move her sister
to her own space down the hall.
Only, it wasn’t quite a bedroom.
It was not really a room at all.
A walk-in closet by the stairs
Is where she chose to move her sis.
But, Emily won’t be so happy.
And Sam was very sure of this.
Still she worked so long and hard,
moving her sisters things all day.
She rearranged all Emily’s stuff
To where she was hopeful they would stay.
She moved all of the clothes and things
With hardly any trouble at all.
But when she had to move the bed,
She couldn’t drag it down the hall.
So just the blankets and pillows
From Emilys bed she moved.
She arranged them on the closet floor
With the creases nicely smoothed.
She made Emily’s new room look nice
and as room-like as she could.
She hoped her sister wouldn’t be mad.
Even though she knew she would.
When Emily came back that day
From being out and about,
She went into the room she shared
And let out a surprised shout!
“Where are my clothes and things?”
“Sam, what happened to my bed?”
Oh my goodness, what have you done?”
“Have you completely lost your head?”
“I gave you your own room” said Sam.
“Here, let me show you where.”
Sam led her to that closet
With all her things in there.
Emily wasn’t at all happy.
In fact, she cried a lot.
Not because her room had been moved.
Because the smaller room she got.
Sam said to her little sister,
“Just try it for a while.”
“To have our very own rooms,
I thought would make you smile.”
Emily said “Fine, I guess.”
But, when it was time for bed,
And each girl in their own room
both lay down their weary head.
Neither girl could get to sleep,
They could not shut their eyes.
Sam wondered as she tossed and turned,
if moving Em had been so wise.
She missed her sister, Emily.
Without her she couldn’t sleep.
To that closet she’d put her sister,
Sam ran, jumped and leaped.
Into that closet room she went
To be with the one she missed.
She crawled into bed beside her sister,
Said goodnight and hugged and kissed.
Both girls slept much better together.
And the next morning they got to work.
Moving things back into THEIR room.
And their parents watched them with a smirk.
dysfunctional mom says
:applause: You nailed that one! My daughters were the same way when they shared a room.
Tara R. says
Isn’t it great when they figure all this out by themselves? Smart mommy and daddy.
this is cute!
How cute. Glad you took the time to write it
I loved the way you wrote this. The ending was so perfect.
This is wonderful. Although my sister and I were very relieved when we no longer had to share a room. Too much of an age difference I expect.