House and Home
What is the difference between house and home?
A house is the paper of a skeleton tome,
A vacant pair of eyes missing the heart,
A blank, white canvas longing for art.
A home is the colourful leaves on a tree
The grass that fills up a barren wasteland,
The coral in a vast blue sea,
The friend that grasps an outstretched hand.
A house is the sunrise missing the light,
A question mark to symbolise “might,”
A home is a rainbow, filled with colour,
Or an infant cuddled up with its mother.
A home is a refuge, a place to stay
As welcoming as waiting arms,
As needed as a compass showing the way,
As prized as a fairy’s magic charms.
A house is a book waiting to be read,
A home is hope in times of dread,
A house is a trophy case that’s bare,
A home is a dog soothing someone’s despair.
A home is filled with a sense of belonging,
Despite the darkened, shadowed world,
A wave clearing your wistful longing,
The wind that catches a sail unfurled.
A house is the waiting for a test’s grade,
The strong worker that goes unpaid,
The hidden potential that’s always ignored,
The waiting sheath that’s missing the sword.
A home is the silky petals of a rose,
The windows that let in the sun,
The whistling as the wind blows,
Or when you emerge as number one.
What is the difference between house and home?
A house is possibility, waiting in the gloam,
A home is a star cutting shade like a knife,
Where you feel accepted, showered with life.