What Is A True Home

What is a true home Not walls of brick or a roof of tile, instead hear laughter echo, for a long while. A hand held tight and a knowing gaze, The warmth of memories through passing days. Where stories are told and dreams take flight. As I fall asleep in fading light. A sense of belonging deep and true, Where every moment feels brand new. Familiar people, look at the clues, A place where you can really be you. A feeling held, a beautiful art The truest homes live in the heart.