In the quiet corners of familiar walls,
Where whispers of laughter linger in the air,
A tapestry of memories gently calls,
To the heart that finds solace there.

The gentle creak of the wooden floor,
Echoes stories of those who came before,
Every room a chapter, every window a view,
Of sunsets painted in the hues of blue.

The garden blooms with colors of old,
Each petal a story, each leaf a fold,
In the pages of a life lived full,
In a place where time seems to lull.

Here lies the warmth of love’s embrace,
In every corner, in every space,
A haven where the soul can roam,
In the gentle heart of what we call home.