This is an image I had to draw at a recent writers retreat held by Writescape: http://writescape.ca/writescape/
While drawing may not be my strong suit, I did make a lovely little poem to accompany the picture:
Four walls enclose an ideal,
Lost and left behind,
A world of peace and laughter,
Love and joy in kind.
Little faces, innocent smiles,
I hold the image tight,
A time before they grew and left,
Precious moments taken flight.
Life moves on and clouds drift by,
A window frames each day,
Youth remembered, a time since lost,
Once drawn in a kitchen’s play.