The Soul of Home

Door stands open, tall and bright, A welcome hand in morning light It swings for those who come and go, Yet keeps the warmth of love we know Fire hums in embers deep, Aglow where love and laughter sleep scent of spice, warmth of tea, A home is built on memory Kitchen sings with clinks and chimes, A rhythm born of love and time. Scent of bread, and bubbling stew, A place where old and new pass through Table holds both feast and talk, The hands that serve, the feet that walk Stories bloom in plates passed round, A home is where our roots are found Stairs Up and down, both fast and slow, With every step, a life will grow From tiny feet to weary sighs, These steps have seen both lows and highs Bedroom waits with sheets so soft, A place where dreams can drift aloft Through whispered prayers and moonlit beams, It cradles hopes, it shelters dreams. Walls have heard both joy and fears, echoes of our passing years Yet in its hush, we find release, A space of rest, a home of peace Bathroom holds a quiet grace, A place to wash, to slow the pace Mirror reflects both face and soul, A private space to make us whole Window frames the sky so wide, The world beyond, the world inside It lets in dreams, it lets in air, Yet holds the love we always share Above it all, through storm and song, roof stands to shield, both safe and strong No matter how far we may roam, Its sturdy hands still call us home A home’s not made of bricks and nails, But woven tight in love-filled tales Like roots that dig both deep and wide, It holds us close, our hearts inside