A Home of Peace

The meaning of home is expressed through actions, In a home there is never dissatisfaction. The walls well painted with warmth and care, Welcoming feelings fly through the air. A kitchen is where you might start the morning, Stepping out of bed to feel the cool flooring. When seen embraced with love and safety, Given a meal, so rich and tasty! A bedroom is where creativity shines, Where you express yourself, with decorations so divine. A window to feel the brightness of day, A space for yourself, where you do as you may. But maybe the basement may be the place you work, Or where memories are stored, finding old quirks. A place expressed to be collecting dust, But still so valuable, not wasted to rust. The front door is an escape to reality, Mental bruises, scrape so nastily. A hard day at work, or school, or none, But the cure lies in the heart, With nothing but a “Well done.” A feeling so strong, never in dignity, Only the waves of appreciation and security. The world changes as the warmth sinks in, Always a loss, but inside a win. A home to you may just feel like a place, But you meet your heroes, face to face. It’s more than a place of perfection, Even if it was never in the reflection. Mean, sad, or unknown, Young, teen, or all grown, We all deserve a home.