I could never feel alone in this room its cheerful clutter reaches out and enfolds me in its warm embrace.
Countless are the times it’s comforted me, holding me, rocking me gently, oh so gently, in its soft seductive womb.
It’s my lair where I retreat to lick my wounds or somewhere to celebrate and enjoy the company of friends and family.
If only its walls could speak imagine the rich tapestry of stories they could tell.
However they stand strong, impenetrable, non judgmental, silent witness to life’s joy’s and sorrow’s.
Little of the walls are visible now as they are all but covered by the many paintings I’ve given birth to. They in turn have become my children, looking down like silent sentinels, forever watchful, waiting, beaming their warmth and love upon me.
Imagine my contentment as I sit in my comfortable well worn chair, basking in their golden rays, like a sunflower opening its eager petal’s to the sun.