Her Big Red Chair

In the room sits her big red chair,

Soft and sturdy, beyond compare.

A place to unwind, to laugh and to think,

With a warm embrace, where worries shrink.

It whispers comfort, as the world goes fast,

A cozy haven where time can last.

In every corner, stories are shared,

Her cherished spot, her big red chair.

In the corner, a big red chair,

Soft and welcoming, with room to spare.

It cradles her dreams, her books, her rest,

A cozy retreat, where she feels her best.

With cushions that hug and a fabric so fine,

She sinks into comfort, time feels divine.

In that vibrant seat, she finds her flair,

A little piece of joy, her big red chair.