Where the Day Comes to Rest

The cushions remember the weight of me,

The curtains sway like a quiet sea.

Sunlight spills where the shadows sleep,

And the room holds secrets I silently keep.

A blanket tossed, a book half-read,

A thousand little thoughts inside my head.

These walls have witnessed my changing years,

Held my quiet joys and unspoken tears.

Perhaps one day, when time has flown,

I'll miss these corners I've always known.

The fading light, the familiar view,

The simple comfort of an afternoon.

For home is more than walls and a door,

It's the little things we never adore—

Until life takes us a little way

From the ordinary beauty of today.