Love Can't be Bought

Home is where the heart finds rest, not a place for hate and resent. It is not the walls, the roof, the door, but the lifelong memories that last way more. Home is more than walls and stone, it’s where our hearts are truly known. The laughter shared evening fall, gentle whispers fill the hall. The smell of meals stir your soul , warmth that makes the broken whole. Home Isn't just four sides, but love and comfort and love where family provides. Home is what you make of it , where you can enjoy every bit. Live love, laugh and more , none of which can be bought at a store. So many houses far and near , but the one I love most is sitting right here. All these houses have furniture and shelves, but in this one here I can be myself. In a home my family will find time, to comfort me when I don’t feel fine In my house I’m not ashamed but I am lucky to be entertained. Other houses may have fancy walls, but I am proud to walk these halls. I am lucky to have a home, a place that's safe and fun and easy to roam. Family and love surround me, home is a place where I can be me. My family doesn't care what I look like or what I’m wearing, Because they are always considerate, loving and caring. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for giving less fortunate people homes.