Home Is Not A House

An imperfect place that’s perfect to me, “Too messy”, “Too much”, but it isn’t to me. It’s love and its comfort with music and toys, It's sadness and memories that don’t always bring joy. A place where there’s shelter over my head, A place where I’m comfortable sick in my bed. A place where there’s family, pets, and affection, A place where you know that there’s love and connection. A house is a place where there’s a roof, walls, and bed, but a home is where there’s love more than can be said.