At last I own the perfect napping chair.
It took a lifetime to acquire this
upholstered seat abutting shaded air
affording back support and ankle bliss.
The view from it is manna for my eyes,
although its comfort bids my lids to close.
The fan above discourages all flies,
so I relax unscreened from crown to toes.
My nest is small but nearly perfect now.
I dreamt of it when I was young, and though
my path diverted twice (I had to bow
to bigger space to raise the kids you know),
this habitat supports my attitude –
my chair inspires tired gratitude.