"Place that loved me first"
I don’t believe the words they say, "It’s not the place, it’s memories that stay." For this place has cradled my weary heart, In every ending, it gave me a start. This place has shown me tears, unrestrained, It felt my storms, it shared my pain. But it also held the light of my joy, Each laugh, a moment it helped deploy. A place where I went to share and unfold, Both my brightest triumphs and secrets untold. Its walls were my witnesses, steadfast and kind, A sanctuary for both body and mind. It wasn’t just shelter; it wasn’t just space, It was love woven into every embrace. A keeper of moments, a holder of dreams, A place alive in its silent beams. So no, it’s not memories alone that I keep, It’s the warmth of this place where my roots run deep. Through joy and meltdown, through all life’s blend, This place is my solace, my dearest friend. -jane..