My Home

Beneath a sky so vast and wide, there is a place where memories reside. My home is a place, both warm and true, a haven built, for me and you. Its walls are more than wood and stone, They echo love, laughter, and tone. The kitchen is filled with fragrance and aroma, It is a perfume of love, grown by my grandma. The windows open to a morning song, a symphony where my heart belongs. The garden blooms, a lively delight, Petals dance in the breezes, colors bold, and bright. So here I stand, with roots so deep, In this cherished place, where memories keep. My home, my heart, my sacred place, a refuge wrapped, in boundless grace.