Hope Makes A Home

Home is more than just walls or a roof above It’s a place wrapped comfort and in love Where cherished memories blossom and bloom Atop the new ones, flowers in a room Each laugh, each tear, a thread in the seam, A tapestry woven from each tender dream. The walls may fade, and the floors may wear, But home is the feeling we find everywhere. It’s not just a place where we rest our head, But where love lingers, and hearts are fed. In every corner, in every glance, Home is the pulse, the rhythm, the dance Home is where we dance hand in hand Where we all firmly stand Each bond as tender the threads Ties every heart to the life that we’ve led. The laughter of years, the joy we have known, Fills the walls with warmth, making it home. With each passing second, more memories grow, A garden of moments that we’ll never outgrow. Each moment we gather, a petal so bright, Weave through the days, like stars in the night. They lead the way, like flowers on road Not grown in soil - but grown in hope Hope for you and everyone to know That is what makes a house; Not bricks, sticks or cement and more The memories wafting under any roof Is what makes a house; A home