The Meaning of Home

The Entryway: The first steps inside, a warm welcome, A place to leave the world and never feel alone. The doorway to memories, to love and to light, A threshold to comfort, on a cold winter’s night. The Living Room: A room that's filled with love and a warm embrace, Laughter and tears, memories we hold. A space that's affectionate, where hearts are made to unfold, where love and memories never fade. The Kitchen: Tenderness and love, memories shared, Meals and stories, laughter and care. A room that nourishes, body and soul, Where hearts are fed and love makes whole. The Bedroom: Rest and peace, calm and deep, A haven for dreams, worries asleep. Soft and warm, a place to nest, Where hearts find rest. The Closet: Treasures stored, memories kept, A space for secrets, hopes and dreams swept. A reflection of self, a story told, A closet that holds, young and old. The Hallway: A passage through time, a journey made, Memories of laughter, tears displayed. A connection to rooms, a story shared, A hallway that echoes, love and care. The Bathroom: Renewal and refreshments, in light, Washing away worries, shining bright. A reflection of strength, weaknesses too, A reminder of who we are, anew. The Backyard: Nature's beauty, peaceful sight, Connecting with earth, a true delight. A shelter from sun, shade to play, A haven for growth, life’s way. But what does home really mean, if it’s not a place made with bricks and beams? Home is where we always fit in, where we feel smitten, where we begin. Home is love.