Dear Girl of the Yellow Room,

I pen this letter bathed in golden bloom,
To thank you for the warmth you left behind,
In every mark and memory that I'll find.
Your walls filled by joyous shades of sun,
Now each day begins with rays of brightness and fun,
I wake and smile, all thanks to your gift of light,
A room that's filled with happiness and pure delight.
Laced curtains, your mother carefully laced,
Each morning, they dance with the sun in patterns of gentle sways,
A touch of grace, a tender, delicate art,
They wrap this space with love from the start.
Beside the bathroom, on the wall,
A record of your growth, your life in thrall,
I have now witnessed memories unfurl,
Your books - my treasure trove of tales and lore,
Classics left behind, what a fortune I can't wait to explore,
In well-worn pages, I'll find comfort within,
A literary bond, your secrets I'll keep.
In this room, your spirit lives and breathes,
A sanctuary of dreams, I am destined to believe.
As life unfolds, I hope you find your way,
And know your legacy is here to stay,
Dear Girl of the Yellow Room, in you I find
A connection that transcends to the hands of time.
With gratitude and warmth, I must now conclude,
This letter filled with thanks and gratitude,
For all the marks and memories that I've known,
In this room that once, sweetly, you called home.

Yours truly,
little Lou