My Home

A home begins at the front door, Where love is near, and memories soar, It doesn’t matter how grand or small, It's where my heart finds its call. Home is not about pleasing the eye, But where our souls can laugh and cry. It’s a place where love forever stays, Where the heart speaks in quiet, tender ways. In the dining room, where stories unfold, Around the table, both young and old. Laughter spills over, sometimes loud, sometimes shy, As we gather together, no need to ask why. In the kitchen, warmth fills the air, A mother's love, beyond compare. Her hands create meals with care, A simple touch — love everywhere. Up in the attic, the past comes alive, Childhood whispers, keeping dreams to thrive. Echoes of joy, echoes of pain, Those memories forever remain. In the basement, both fear and cheer, A place where you may shed a tear, But sometimes you’ll find a secret smile, A hidden joy that lasts a while. The home office, always off limits, Where quiet thoughts and dreams are written. Ideas flow like rivers deep, Where hopes and aspirations sleep. In a home, each brick tells a tale, Of love, of loss, of moments frail. Tears may fall, laughter may roar, But through it all, we ask for more. Each corner holds a special place, A sanctuary where we find our grace. For home is more than walls and floor, It’s where our hearts are free to soar. No matter how far or lost we may roam, Everyone deserves a place called home.