Home Sweet Home

Home is a haven, a warm embrace, A timeless rhythm, a sacred space. Where walls may whisper tales of old, And love shines brighter than glittering gold. It's the laughter shared, the tears that fall, The quiet moments that say it all. The scent of bread, the warmth of tea, A world where hearts beat wild and free. Home is a garden where dreams take root, A symptom is sweet, a melody’s flute. It's not just a roof or a sturdy door, But a feeling that lingers forevermore. It's the sunrise painting skies with fire, The cozy nights that never tire. A bond of souls, a sacred thread, A place where memories softly tread. Home is the echo of a mother's song, The strength to stand when days go wrong. A father's wisdom, a sibling’s cheer, The simple joy of having them hear. It's the quiet nook where secrets hide, A lighthouse gliding through life’s tide. It's where you're cherished for all you are, A constant flame, a guiding star. Though life may scatter, and paths may roam, The heart always knows the way back home. For home is not a place but a state of mind, A treasure no wanderer leaves behind. So what is home? It’s love, pure and true, A sanctuary built just for you. No matter how far my soul may stray, Home is the light that shows me the way.