As I say farewell to this special place,
I take a photograph of these,
The first of its flowers to greet me
And the last to see me go,
Knowing, as one does, with photos,
That I’ll catch sight of them
When I’m scrolling through the memories
And smile, remembering the birds nest
That was there when last I came:
Each time, a gift, as if to say
That we are always welcome here,
And the house is as happy to have us
As we are to rest within its walls.
Can’t wait to come again!
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