In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
Where laughter echoes through the halls,
Every corner holds a story, a trace,
Of love’s warm embrace, where memory calls.

Walls adorned with dreams and hopes,
Cradling the spirit, the soul’s retreat,
Through windows, the vision scopes,
A haven where hearts quietly meet.

The aroma of comfort fills the air,
Each room a chapter, each step a rhyme,
In this sanctuary, free from despair,
Time dances softly, unhurried by time.

Here lies the essence of belonging,
A tapestry woven with care and song,
In the heart’s chambers, forever longing,
For the place where we truly belong.