House and Home

At my highest and lowest, I have my home, A place I call my own. It holds me close When at my lows. It holds the memories I love most. A house may stand with walls so wide It keeps heat And you dry Throughout the night. But it doesn't hold me when i cry it doesn't catch me when i fall A home is more, it's the people you love And memories within that count the most. Even when cold it keeps me warm, Pulling me back for more and more. In the dark, the light grows, Shining so bright while stars linger out of sight. Everyday of the week, Every night of the year, No matter the changes Or walls rearranged, My home remains. Whether it's the creaking floor you hear at night Or the delight of baked sweets, And dinner insight A home will shift, through summer and fall, But it will never leave you. It can only grow It hold emotions, both good and bad, Thank you Habitat for Humanity For crafting houses into homes, To give people the chance to flourish Where love can grow.