Where You Belong: A poem about home

Home is the place that smiles when you walk in, even on the days you bring the weather with you. It's light spilling across the floor for no reason at all, windows open to let the good air wander through. Home hums softly with familiar sounds- cups clinking, music playing, footsteps moving without hurry, laugher arriving before you do. It smells like something comforting and warm: fresh bread, clean sheets, morning coffee, a favourite meal made just because today happened to exist. Home keeps your best moments close. They live in the corners, in photographs, in stories told so many times they become part of the furniture. Joy echoes easily here and mistakes are forgiven quickly. At home, time stretches kindly. Afternoons linger, evenings glow, and tomorrow doesn't knock too loudly. You are allowed to rest, to be exactly yourself, to take up room without apology. Home is not only walls and a roof. Sometimes it's a person that laughs with you, a pet that waits by the door, a place where your heart feels light for reasons you don't need to explain. Home is where happiness feels natural - not loud, not perfect, just steady and true. It's the gentle certainty that you belong, and that you always will.