Alone but not lonely. 
Few understand the joy 
of a life of solitude. 
Quiet moments of peace abound. 
Relaxed reveries at home are found. 

Sunshine streaming through windows, 
sitting snugly curled up with a book, 
or sketching paper, pencil in hand, steaming mug of tea beside me, 
and music floating through the air. 

Blissful and serene,
No one to entertain or please, 
time to myself, spent at ease. 
In a home I’ve made just for me.