CARING

Caring Lives Here

At Merrill Gardens, caring is the air we breathe,
It drifts through halls like morning light,
Soft as laughter after lunch,
Steady as a hand that holds through the night.

Jim moves about with watchful eyes,
Noticing what may be a blank stare.
A smile missed, a dim mood,
A need to show special care.

Sharon, Karen, and Maria, too,
Each carries kindness like a badge of grace.
Wayne greets the world with warmth so true,
Their presence lights this loving place.

Here, caring wears a thousand faces:
A nurse’s calm, a friend’s quick jest,
A shared dessert, a gentle tease,
A game of cards, a needed rest.

For caring isn’t only solemn,
It dances in our laughter’s glow.
It hums in music from the choir,
And sparkles in each “hello.”

We’ve gathered here our ages wide,
From spry young hearts to those well-tried.
Each day’s a page in life’s new story,
Written with humor, grace, and glory.

So if you ask what makes this home,
It isn’t walls or meals alone,
It’s people living life together,
And love that lingers to full-grown.

At Merrill Gardens, caring lives,
In every laugh, in every tear.
We may be silver, slow, or wise,
But oh, how bright the hearts burn here.