The Place Where I Belong

Home is the warm smiles that greet me as I first walk in, the type of smiles that warm my bones to the very core home is a haven where love's key. Fun chats and laughter echoes, a variety of memories, each one a treasure to hold. Home is where I am supported every step, a guiding light through the ups and downs. Lessons taught right from wrong, a strong place where I belong. Home is the aroma of mom's cooking, a symphony of flavors, like comforting embrace. Happy chats about my day while playing without a care. Home is the shining light that welcomes me when I open my front door with glee. The marks and dates on the wall, evidence of my growth and each journey embraced, a claim of all. Home is Dad's music playing, as we drive around town for new adventures to unfold. All the trips we embark, Holidays celebrated with cheer and games that our hearts fill, like playful flames. Home is the art supplies, photos, and paintings with Grandma where creativity blossoms, a shared panorama. Baking goodies with family, a sweet delight. Knitting memories, weaving joy, in the soft glow of the night. Home is the breeze through the window, a warm spring kiss. Fluffy cat hair in the nightly snuggles, a comforting bliss. Sun on my face, as I learn to ride a bike. Moving from place to place, living adventures alike. Home are all the tips and advice, for present and future. Sisters walk in the winter to bring treats to warm in the cinder. Birthday surprises, tailored with care, and the comfort from our pets, as we enter our lair. Home is all we create, together with love's grace, the wisdom we embrace and where our roots interlace.