It truly happened that she changed the room
The fitted furniture was banished to the shed
I miss the battered filing cabinet
Full now of gardening tools
Still, I am promoted to best armchair
Transported from some outer space
To the cosy coffee corner.
Deep and soft and rosy pink
In which a furry cat may sleep
My haughty friend – the buttoned chair
Sits primly opposite
A dainty lady perches there
Tiny cup in pretty hand
Basking in the window’s light.
Steaming pottery mugs in hand
Friends can come and share
For a time – turned in upon their worlds
With muffled whisperings and secret talk
Here the place for gossip lies.