Home of dear Anne, with a heart full of cheer!
Grace Cottage stands by the hill’s quiet crest,
A place where small hearts are tenderly blessed.
Its roof is red like a berry in bloom,
Its windows aglow in the gentlest room.
A chimney hums softly, puffing sweet air,
As songbirds and daisies dance everywhere.
The trees nearby rustle with secrets and song,
And butterflies flutter all daylight long.
Inside lives Anne, so gracious and wise,
With a twinkle of kindness that shines in her eyes.
She brews minty tea and knits by the fire,
And listens to dreams that small gnomes aspire.
Her cottage has corners for books and for rest,
A basket of blankets, a robin’s soft nest.
There’s a window for watching, a nook full of light,
Where Anne writes in journals by candle at night.
She welcomes all gnomes who are weary or blue,
With warm honey biscuits and lavender, too.
She listens and hums, she cradles their cares,
And helps mend their troubles with quiet repairs.
Grace Cottage is small, but its spirit is wide—
A haven of hope with a warm heart inside.
If you’re ever in need of a whisper or hug,
You’ll find it with Anne on a chair or a rug.
So follow the path past the meadow in bloom—
Where kindness and grace fill every room.
For when you need peace or a friend who is true,
Grace Cottage is waiting… with Anne just for you.
