Let a bloom
cup the heart
warm it in its clasp
Ageing is good.
As far as
the heart can hold
As far as dream can lead
Let it, freely.
Sparse, nay
simple really
the house
It's home
more precious than any.
Flowers do bloom
where least expected
Do not stop looking.
A little colour
A little cheer
Not much required
when much has passed.
So long cells breathe
and dance
More than survival.
Claim your space
Claim your nest
even as you age
It's needed retreat.