Within these walls, stories are told,
Of laughter, tears, and dreams of old.
Each corner holds a secret dear,
A whisper of joy, a trace of fear.

The kitchen’s warmth, where meals were shared,
The living room, where hearts were bared.
Each room a chapter in life’s grand tale,
A sanctuary where spirits sail.

Through windows, sunlight softly streams,
Casting light on countless dreams.
In shadows long and hues so bright,
Our home is filled with love and light.

And as the years weave through our days,
This house stands firm, in countless ways.
A beacon of hope, a place to start,
A house, a home, a beating heart.