What Home Means to Me

Home is not just where we stay, It’s where love lives every day. It’s where you’re welcomed, safe and sound, A place where happiness is found. Home is in the smile you see, The arms that hug you tightly. It’s in the voices calling loud, In a place where you feel proud. Home is where you can be free, Where you’re accepted, just to be. It’s where the heart feels calm and bright, A place that makes everything feel right. Home is where the memories grow, Laughter shared, a gentle glow. It’s where the walls hold stories dear, Of joy, of love, of every tear. Home is the warmth on a rainy night, A cozy nook, a soft lamplight. It’s where traditions come alive, And every soul can truly thrive. It’s in the meals we share with care, The little moments, the love we bear. It’s not just bricks or wood or stone, It’s the people who make it feel like home. Home is a song that soothes the soul, A steady anchor, making you whole. No matter how far you choose to roam, You’ll always carry the heart of home. Home is the place you return to, No matter what life takes you through. It’s the feeling of peace at the end of the day, A comfort that never fades away. It’s the laughter of children, the joy of the night, A place where your dreams take their flight. Home is a promise that never breaks, A haven that heals all the aches. Home is where you’re never alone, A place where love has always grown.