My Home

My home pulls me into its cozy environment. My floor supports me and my dreams. My home is not just walls and beams, it's where my memories sleep. My home’s gaping holes covered in window glass gift me fresh air. My kitchen cabinets never fail to be in stock with food that nourishes me. My roof shields me from snow or rain. My doors welcome me in and whisper “bye” when I leave. My lights watch me from above. A house needs a key but a home is a key for joy.