No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home By Danica Daley École Dugald School Home is not the walls that rise, Nor the roof beneath the skies. It’s not the bricks or painted frame, Or the place that bears your name. Home is where our hearts can rest, In warmth, in love, a place we know best. How lucky we are for walls that stand, To guard us from the shifting sand, For floors that hold our steps so sure, For doors that open, wide and pure. Home is food shared at the table, home is knowing the roof is stable. A sanctuary, a gentle light, somewhere safe in darkest night. How lucky we are for meals shared close, For laughter that in soft rooms grows, For blankets thick and beds so deep, For places where we rest, and sleep. It’s not a place, but how it feels, The love that every moment seals. For home is more than bricks or beams, It lives within our hearts and dreams. So let us give, with open hearts, To those whose warmth has drifted far, For we are lucky with more than we know A home to love, a place to grow.