If these walls could share the dreams they’ve held;
or sing the generations’ harmony of laughter,
or conjure aroma from 96 thousand meals prepared,
or harness the thankfulness of those to whom the door was always open,
or recall the countless hours of provisions’ labor;
the gardens hoed, the canning jars sealed and stored,
or dictate the volume of lessons learned,
especially the border-less parameters of love that never fails,
many have been blessed.

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