The Serene Haven of Home

The sun rises and birds chirp hello, I can see our family photos we put up a while ago. We share meals of rice and soup, while comfort shines bold, as we warm ourselves from the frosty cold. The red sacred patterns embedded outside my door, lets joyful, and memorable moments soar. When I walk into my home I never feel a threat, when I can smell the sacred scent of a diya I can never forget. All the fridge magnets from our many trips, Each one has memories that my mind will tightly grip. The afternoons when we play, I hear the voices of comfort, that can never go away. Home is a place where I can share my joy, and gladness, Home is a place where I can escape my fears and sadness . A house can be anywhere in between empty walls, but my home is somewhere I can be myself best of all.