Home Sweet Home

Home sweet home a whisper of the setting sun, A place of warmth, the laughter shared, A quiet peace that knows how much you’ve cared. Home is where the heart finds rest, where days unwind a troubles nest. The walls may fade, the floors may crack, but in its warmth we always come back. Home is not merely walls and halls, but where the heartache mends and dreams. Home is more than bricks and stones, it's where the heart has room to roam, A place where love can always grow. This is why I wrote this poem home, in every line a memory hue, A warmth, A light, A bond that’s true, I penned it here to make it known, That home is not just where we’re grown.