The Wonders of Home

The Wonder Of Home A house is wood, a house is stone, It stands in silence, stark, alone. It holds the shape, the outward frame, But a house and a home are not the same. A home is warmth, a hearth, a light, The whispers of love in the quiet night It’s a refuge, a cradle, a steady embrace, A living memory, not just a place. The house may express of polished floors, Of locks and latches, bolted doors. bolted doors. But a home is found in the laugh that spills, In the stories told, the moments that thrill. A house can be sold, passed hand to hand, Its walls may weather, its frame may stand. But a home is a garden the heart tends well, It grows in the spaces where dreams dwell. So here’s to the homes, not merely the walls, The light shines bright when laughter comes along. Where life is celebrated, no matter how small.