Home

I walk in with a sense of relief to be out of the world so big, so deep; for the home is a sanctuary of peace and hope where small seeds of love grow. First you see the living room I'm so lucky to have, where there is much joy to be had. Then you see library so still, and calm, with books so long like the everlasting love of family. Then my bedroom where I feel quite safe. There are pillows of all sorts and blankets - homemade. A luxurious bed where I dream; nightmares no, always sweet. Some say a home is a house and a house is a home or a home is being warm by the fire, but to me is being with my family and that is my warmth in the home not the house.