Home

Home is not a place but, a feeling inside, home is where the heart resides. Through open doors the world is near, home is where we laugh and cheer. The kitchen hums with meals and dreams, where every moment of life redeems. The couch is soft and the bed is deep, a place to rest and a place to sleep. Home is the scent of morning light, the quiet corners in the dead of night. Where hearts are open, hearts are true, and everything feels right when shared with you. Home is not just walls or space, but love that cannot be replaced. Home is where the heart will roam, a place of love, where we feel known. From morning light to evening's dome, it’s a place where I can always call home.