In our cozy haven, where friendship blooms,
Laughter echoes through sun-dappled rooms.
Around worn tables, smooth with years of care,
We gather like birds, our joy fills the air.
Dice tumble like rain on game boards bright,
Cards shuffle, a whisper in the warm light.
Eager hands reach out, a living vine,
As we weave moments, yours and mine.
At our craft table, a rainbow unfolds,
Paintbrushes dance, creativity bold.
Glue sticks and glitter, a tactile delight,
Our fingers create magic, day and night.
Some voices soft as a gentle breeze,
Others loud and free as summer leaves.
We share our stories, a tapestry rich,
Each thread unique, each word a stitch.
Caregivers move like guardian stars,
Their smiles warm as fresh-baked morning tarts.
With gentle touches and words so kind,
They nurture our bodies, hearts, and mind.
