I don't want much, but I do so like
.a stack of textured old paper that enjoys inks as much as paints.
.my trusty tin with watercolour pans, the old ones much beloved, too.
.nibbled on HB pencils and Indian inks as black as midnight.
.the sound of silence.
I don't need much either, but my home is incomplete without
.my bunch of bouncy noisy crazy children.
.make-up home made cakes after teenager dramas.
.ongoing giggles and rummicub games.
.the luxury of uninterrupted sleep.
.the sound of breathing.
.the silence that never is.
And for all I wish
A soon to arrive sunny sparkly Summer*
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