Welcome To Mary Welsh Foundation A Healing Haven Poem by James McLain

In our world of healing hearts, there lies
The Michael Mary Welsh Foundation, a prize,
A haven where souls find solace and rest,
Amidst the storms, they're gently caressed.

Within these walls, a psychological embrace,
A symphony of care, filled with grace,
Guiding troubled minds towards inner peace,
Where anguish and pain find sweet release.

A positive aura, whispers in the air,
Lifting spirits, weaving hope with care,
Laughter dances, mingling with tears,
As wounds mend, erasing darkest fears.

Therapists, with empathetic touch,
Weave tales of triumph, mending hearts' clutch,
With compassion as their sturdy guide,
They empower souls to thrive, not hide.

In this sanctuary, the broken find their way,
With warmth and understanding, shadows sway,
A foundation built on love's sturdy frame,
Bringing healing whispers, banishing shame.

Michael Mary Welsh, a beacon so bright,
Shining forth with love, day and night,
A sanctuary of hope, where souls find rest,
Where healing begins, the foundation's blessed.