My Meaning of Home

My Home Threshold of the door, transition of bliss, From the strain of the world to a home’s loving kiss. From the hassle, the stress, the perpetual weight, Home emanates rest, a refreshing break. The living room, it speaks of delight, Giggles and jokes are present day and night. Where love, glee, affection is brighter than day, It’s a refuge to repose, the place to stay. The bathroom, it’s fresh and spotless, Full of cleansing, beautiful and flawless. Nothing of filth can abide in this place, Only purging, purifying, and gentle grace. The desk, it’s where ideas come to light, It’s the kingdom of dreams, where they take flight. It expresses progress, of the advancement of time, Where imagination and growth are significant and prime. The family room, the residence of love, Where shared laughter and chatter rule high above. It conveys comfort, security, consolation supreme. Wellbeing and safety are its themes. The bedroom, a haven full of rest, Reveals personalities, qualities best, Where tensions and pressures flee and disperse, Friendships and affections speak their verse. The kitchen, where hard work is sweet, Fruits and veggies, foods vivid and neat Perfume the air, singing of diligence, Industriousness leaves its trail of evidence. The storage room, memories and moments, Past glories, credits, aged monuments. They speak of histories, of stories untold, The mysteries and enigmas slowly unfold. The garret high and lofty reigns all alone, Its mysterious subjects remain unknown. It loves isolation, privacy, and solitude, Longing and wistfulness are its mood. My home is a place that will last lifelong, It’s where I can be free, where I truly belong. No matter what size, shape or location, Each home is created with love and dedication.