HOME

A home may have 3 garages and a fancy gate but a home has love and memories in the cold winter air A home is a place where memories are made; A home is a place where memories are shared A home is a place where there is love and peace A home may be shiny and neat but a home has laughter, and a heart that beats A home is a place where there are walls but people inside. Home is the whisper of the morning light, Softly seeping through the curtains bright, It’s the scent of coffee, warm and near, The comfort of loved ones is always here. Home is the sound of laughter loud, The familiar hum of life, unbowed, It’s the space where memories grow, Where time slows down, and hearts glow. Home is the touch of a hand held tight, The quiet in the still of night, It’s the place where we belong, Where we’re whole, where we’re strong. Home is not just walls and door, It’s where we’re safe, and want no more, It’s the pulse, the beat, the rhythm true, A place where love feels born anew. Home is not one place, but many found, In every whisper, in every sound. Wherever you are, wherever you roam, You’ll carry with you the heart of home. Thank you Habitat for Humanity