The True Meaning of Home

Home isn't a house with a bed and a pillow, or a roof made of shingles, all covered in snow. It’s not just the walls, the paint, or the floors, It’s where you can wiggle your toes in the sand. It’s where hugs come like sunshine, warm and so grand. It’s where your accepted just as you are. Whether near or distant, like a bright shining star. Homes are not in places with tall buildings so high, Home can be moments that make you feel you can fly. It’s in quiet mornings and bustling days, during silly games, and unspoken praise. Home is the heart that keeps beating so strong, It’s the place at any time of the year, Home is where love makes the world feel sincere.