A Home Not a House

A house is a structure small or tall. But a home has a feeling of love, laughter and all. Home is my family all together at once, grandparents, relatives, all in a bunch. Out the back door and onto the lake, when a soft breeze blows making small waves. Memories, moments, and magnificent days, making a wonderful feeling that stays. Even or odd they'll love you no less. Because home is just perfect, not more and not less. Nicely on top but sometimes down below, family helps you up when you're truly stuck. Outstanding times from back in the past, out to the future making new memories last. The place where I live and the place I call home, feeling surrounded by love like a dome. Always in the kitchen cooking, eating, cleaning, making big memories with little things. Huddled up on starry nights, clouds roll in lightning strikes, run inside feeling safe. Open the door step inside, look around and see familiar sights. Up in the stars then back down to earth, excitement and sadness make me want to burst. See the sun rising, each and every morning. Watching from the window inside my home. Everything in between making home a magical, special, wonderful, place to be.