Home

In the quiet hush of early morn, When the first light of day is born, Home is where the heart finds peace, Where restless worries cease. The walls adorned with memories bright, Captured in frames of love and light. A dance of shadows on the floor, As sunlight streams through the door. The scent of lavender fills the air, Mixed with the warmth of family’s care. In every room, a story lies, Of whispered dreams and lullabies. The kitchen, a bustling heart, Where meals are made with loving art. The clatter of dishes, the sizzle of pans, The laughter that only family understands. The living room, a cozy nest, Where tired souls can pause and rest. Paintings hung in colors bold, A gallery where stories unfold. The bedrooms, a sanctuary of dreams, Where moonlight casts its gentle beams. Soft pillows and blankets, warm, A tranquil retreat, safe from life's storm. The sounds of the night, a gentle hum, Crickets chirping, the distant drum. A symphony of nature, a soothing tune, Under the watchful eye of the silvery moon. The aroma of coffee in the early dawn, The quiet moments before the world is drawn. A time to reflect, to plan, to hope, To find the strength to cope. So wherever life may lead us to roam, We'll always carry the essence of home. A place of comfort, a safe retreat, Where hearts and souls joyfully meet.