Where the heart finds home.

Where the heart finds home. A home is not just walls and stone, But where the heart is free to roam. It’s laughter shared and tears wiped dry, A place where love will never die. It’s the warmth of a welcoming door, with lots of support and so much more. A bed to rest, a roof above, A shelter made of trust and love. It’s people that truly care , with sad moments and joy that we share. whether it's 4, 5, 6 or more, with a nice and comfy hardwood floor. A home is not just brick and clay, But where we find the strength to stay. a place where you find safe to lay, if it is in the forest or by the bay. Family close, and the people you love the most south or east, my home is loved and will forever be.