No Empty Corners......by Julianna Rowe

 No Empty Corners

I have no empty corners

I am a wall hoarder   

I got this from my grandma Gillie

If there is an empty spot

I will fill it with a lot

At the least a spool, a plant, or table

Anything at all to keep my mind stable.

An empty space means trouble

Probably why I am not a couple

For who could stand such OCD

And park their car to live with me.

My busy home is done 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 and 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 live cat named Bob quietly sleeps

Near a peacock feather and a strand of pearls

Fairy lights dance among my collection of mirrors

To keep at bay a reflection of tears

Beads and crystals glistening the sun

This happy place is always fun

Or maybe it’s just a lonely love story

Oh, hell no, it is Bogart, love 'n never being sorry

Leather, rocks, wood, and fairies dance in my lighted glory.

I promise this is no fish story!

It is the deep breath I so wonderfully need

By Julianna Rowe   2025