Studio Home

A tiny room to fill, still bare and inviting mother and child in a new place the walls were bare and a dirty white yet I seemed to stare at them each night There was a tiny old homey stove but we didnt have gas to make it light There was a little tiny table However there were never dinners upon it we had a tub that i loved old yet warm from the corners to the door that place was a new home yet it never seemed to last we left that place like we had the last left for another path but i left behind something special a home if possible