04/03/2026
Shirley, one of our tenants, was in a songwriting mood lately, so with a little help from AI, she put together this lovely record titled 'Barron Home Song', to the tune of “Silver Threads Among the Gold." Check it out!
In the Barron home where I live, stories shimmer,
some quite old,
Morning sunlight in the hallway, coffee smells and
toast not cold.
In the dining room each noon time, friends are
saving me a seat,
Sasha smiles and brings me dinner; life is quieter,
calm, and sweet.
At the dinner hour I’m smiling, where the chatter’s
never through,
Dorothy, ninety-eight and Booping, keeps the
table feeling new.
Alice, lifetime clown and joker, makes us laugh till
tears will start,
Lory, thirteen years in Air Force, brings a
veteran’s steady heart.
Karla stops to share a story, Susie laughs and
pats my hand,
Allison checks how I am doing; they all seem to
understand.
Smiley Jadyn brings her sunshine, makes the
grayest morning bright,
Did a front flip in her prom dress – still the talk of
many a night.
When a light flickers or rattles or a hinge won’t
quite behave,
Brent the maintenance man comes smiling, with
the tools and skills to save.
In the kitchen, pots are singing, tasty smells come
drifting through,
Sherry stirs and Missy seasons, cooking meals for
me and you.
In the activity room at Bingo, Lori leads us with a
grin,
Spins the cage and calls the numbers, hoping
everybody’ll win.
Still my cards fill up the fastest, luck just sticks to
me somehow,
And the others tease, “Oh Lori, make her share
the winning now!”
When I call out “bingo!” smiling, prizes pile up my
chair,
Now my neighbors shake their heads and say,
“Leave some winning for us there!”
So the next time that we play it, I may act a bit
more slow,
Let a number or two pass by, smile and say,
“Well, there you go.”
When a neighbor calls out, “Bingo!” I’ll clap loud
and tap my cane,
Thinking, “Good, they won this evening…I’ll just
win tomorrow’s game again.”
When the hallway lights grow softer and the day
has had its say,
I can open up my Kindle, let the hours drift away.
In my room with blanket waiting, pages glowing
calm and slow,
I thank God for one more evening in the Barron
home I know.
