My favorite place may seem a bit worn and tattered,

as it squeaks and sways.

But it is a cozy sanctuary that entreats you in many ways.

It engulfs you in a sweet smell and a warm embrace,

as a gentle voice stills your soul.

In this place you can discover faraway lands,

mend broken hearts,

and drift off to sleep with a low humming melody.

The soothing squeak invites you to rest your soul,

and to find peace in a tender embrace.

Who knew a tattered squeaky chair could do that?

Forever grateful for these sacred places of peace, when as a young child you are able to draw near to those you love. May we continue to discover and appreciate these scared spaces as we mature and provide them for those in our care.