A Home, Not a House.

Home is a happy place, full of love, Where wonders and dreams are floating above. People think that a house is a home. But they won’t think twice after reading this poem. A house is a house, a building of such, but a home, a home is where you feel the rush. The rush of love and affection and dreams and your family is your fellow team. Your family will always love you A home, so full of warmth and love where your family and friends fit like a glove. A home is where spices and flavors waft through the air, A family who always gives care. We eat, sleep and dream in our home and in our bed and visions of tomorrow come to our mind. When we sleep, new dreams and thoughts come into our head and when we wake up, warm in our bed, we think about the day ahead. Home is a place full of chatter and more, where letters from loved ones spill through the door. We read them with joy and with a pen and some paper answer once more. Home is a place to express feelings and emotions because your family always listens with devotion. For some home is physical like apartments and more but for me it’s not about what’s behind the door. For me, Home is love.It’s the warmth of the feeling, the radiation of the powerful being.That for me is what counts. Home is what I have just explained, for others it’s more, because home is not just a place. Its where we find grace,peace and love. it’s where we illuminate someones path when they are lost. For without that they would pay a great cost.