Wanted to share this poem, written recently by my very lovely granddaughter Olivia. With her permission of course ...
A safe haven,
A nest to hide away,
A familiar, welcoming embrace,
My bedroom, a friendly mess,
A treasure trove of memories,
I can relax, remember,
In my home.
In my bedroom, I am free as a bird,
To do what I like, think how I wish,
Letting my true self shine,
From dazzling white to crimson red,
Our past pasted to the walls,
In the ever-changing camouflage
Of my home.