Home to Me

Stretch above land into their peak It is the sky they constantly seek. in the far distance, we notice their height of view from the top a spectacular site when I wake up to the spectacular light Our residents are our pride and joy, we have honoured to be in their employ they have been through wars and now they rest and enjoy their life relaxed and refreshed. Our staff and residents are one big family and our grateful receiving praise through others testimony residences thrive when relatives arrive as they chat a special delight our home is their home. This is our base our favourite place. Our beginning and end to each day it’s our triumph and glory that these walls tell stories as they soak up all we do and say this is our space each corner is laced with items we’ve chosen with care from sweet scented candles to fixtures and handles the atmospheres just right share so near or so far wherever we are no matter where we choose to roam, we live and we learn but we always return this is the place we call home. Nestled in the cradle of nature's embrace, my home stands as a testament to time's gentle touch. As the sun rises, its golden fingers caress the walls, illuminating the memories etched within. Each room, a chapter in the book of our lives, adorned with laughter, tears, and the echoes of countless shared moments. Windows, like portals to the world outside, frame changing seasons blossoms of spring, the warmth of summer, the amber hues of fall, and the serene quiet of winter. In every breeze that rustles the curtains, the past and present intertwine, creating a tapestry of experiences. The hearth, a guardian of warmth, whispers tales of cozy evenings, where conversations danced in the flickering flames. It stands sentinel through storms, a constant in the ebb and flow of life. Its glow, a beacon that guides us through the darkest nights, binds hearts together in the shared warmth of its flames. This sanctuary of love, a mosaic of shared dreams and aspirations, resonates with the heartbeat of family. In every creak of the floorboards and every nook and cranny, stories silently unfold, making my home not just a physical space but a living, breathing entity that cradles the essence of who we are. In my humble abode, where memories reside, Walls echo laughter, love, a cozy guide. Windows frame moments, seasons in their prime, A home where hearts dance to the rhythm of time. The hearth, a beacon, in the dimming twilight, Warmth and tales flicker, casting a gentle light. Through creaks and whispers, the stories unfold, In the shelter of home, where dreams are told. Corners hold secrets, as the years gently roam, A sanctuary of love, my heart's cherished home. In this haven of joy, where bonds forever bloom, walls embrace tales, turning every corner into a room.