"Whispers of Welcome Home"

Welcome home, where shadows reside,

A melancholy aura, a somber tide.

The walls, weep with whispers of woe,

A sorrowful symphony, as tears freely flow.

The windows, they gaze with tear-stained eyes,

Recalling moments lost, where joy would arise.

The echoes of laughter, now hauntingly still,

Aching in the silence, a void we cannot fill.

Each creaking floorboard, a mournful lament,

Echoing the longing, the time misspent.

Lonely photographs adorn the cold, desolate walls,

Echoes of cherished voices, now distant calls.

The rooms, once vibrant, now wear a shroud,

Of memories fading, like a misty cloud.

Aching hearts ache for what used to be,

In this welcome home, now filled with debris.

Yet, amidst the sorrow, a glimmer of hope,

A tender ember, a flickering scope.

For in the darkest hours, light can still seep,

To mend the broken, to heal what's deep.

So welcome home, though sadness may roam,

May love to find solace and gently atone.

May echoes of sorrow be gently released,

And a newfound serenity brings you peace.