A Feeling of Home

I am thinking of the way of light, Falls soft on windows, gentle and bright, How the whispers of wind outside Seem to speak a language, calm, and divine. I am thinking of the walls that know The stories whispered love to show, The laughter that fills every room And the comfort that banishes gloom. I am thinking of the familiar scent Of meals shared, of time well spent Of voices rising, echoes sweet Where all our hearts are sure to meet. I am thinking of this place so dear A haven where no storms can get near. Home is not just wood and stone, It's where the heart is known. In the warmth of our home, Mom's gentle smile, dad's strength like a sun, Older brothers laughter, a bond so true... In this circle of love, I know I belong too