I have no empty corners I am a wall hoarder I got this from my grandma Gillie. Cause' if there is an empty spot I will fill it with a lot At the least a stool, a plant, or table Anything at all to keep me stable. An empty space means trouble This is why I am not a couple For who could stand such OCD And park their car and live with me My busy home I do in great taste It is a bit busy but classy at its base. I am not a woman with thirty-yard arts, My home is full of items from the heart. I see my Granddaughter got the same gene Good luck to her trying to keep it all clean. There is more than meets the eye in my home A wonderful place for your heart to roam My mini museum from the 30’s and 40’s My walls are my never-ending stories To make life more beautiful is the rule The bathroom, the bedroom, using my tools. Cats n birds and ten clocks read my days Old and new, striped pillows join the maze Six TV’s I rarely watch so not alone Life and color, come love in my zone A real cat named Bob quietly sleeps Always my friend, he is such a treat Near a peacock feather and a strand of pearls Fairy lights dance among a collection of mirrors Beads and crystals glisten in the sun This happy place is always fun Or is it just a lonely love story? Oh, hell no, it is Bogart, love and never being sorry Its the breath I so desperately need Leather, rocks, wood, and fairies dance in our lighted glory This is no fish story Its the breath I so desperately need I have no empty corners
