Home💕

A home is not a house, a house is not a home, But a house can become our home. A house is a building, a place to reside, But it doesn’t always hold meaning deep inside. Home is filled with love, emotion, and memory, Like a charcuterie board, full of different feelings and stories. A home is not just a place—it’s a time, a moment, and much more, A space where you feel cared for, safe, and adored. A house may stand, empty, day and night, But home is where your heart feels light. A house can be big, but a home is where you’re most secure, A place that feels peaceful, warm, and pure. A house may fade, our feet may leave, But home stays with us, where hearts thrive. Sometimes, home holds sadness, tears we can’t deny But even in the pain, it's where we can fly. Home is where childhood memories thrive, A place we cherish as we grow and survive. A house stands, waiting for life to begin, But home is where our hearts truly win. My home is filled with love and comfort, Once just a house, now a place of support. The living room full with excitement and cheer, Laughter, stories, and a TV playing near. The kitchen fills with the scents of cooking delight, Pots, pans, and plates—preparing for the night. Rooms filled with belongings—neat or a mess, Each space uniquely ours, a home we impress. The bathroom smells like spring water, fresh and new, Ready for anything life has to pursue. The basement, dark and gloomy at first glance, But wait its full of memories, our childhood dance. What I’m trying to say is clear and true: Everyone deserves a home that feels brand new. Once a house, now filled with care, Blessed with love, safety, and moments to share