A Home, Not a House

A house is a place to stay day and night. A home is more than a sight. A home’s fire is love. My delight is like a flying dove. Leaving a loved home gives despair. But getting used to a new one is truly fair. The sweet smell of new starts. And my mom’s homemade butter tarts! Even if you leave a home, your family is still there in the new dome. When you leave a home it will turn into a house. No need to feel like it’s only youse. So fuzzy and mellow, never a reason to bellow. Still but unlike a house, feeling as secure as a mouse. No need to weep and worry, or you’ll feel more sorry. Being grateful for a home, feels like being comfy in a catacomb. Having dreams of flying in the sky, never stopping even if so high. In a snug bed, over the pillow is a resting head. In a home is love even if unable to see, you gain so much glee. In a home, Greed and grief isn’t pleasant, because if it’s gone it’s like a present. The shelter is serious but how strong the affection is, is mysterious.