A House and a Home

A house is just a few walls that stand, A roof above, a floor of sand. Its doors may creak, its windows glare, But it's no more than space to spare. The bricks may hold, the beams may rise, A house is what shelters dreams, or holds them still, Yet a house lacks the warmth, the heart, the will. A home, however, is more than bricks and furniture, It's laughter echoing, with a soft embrace. It's where the heart is free to roam, A heaven, a place where the souls are home. A house can be, without a sound, A home has love, though walls are found. It holds memories, tears, and cheers, Knows your name, quiets your fears. A house is built with stone and wood, A home is made of something good: Kindness shared, joy, and struggle too, Quiet moments in the night. A house can take the storm and sun. But only in a home is where peace won. For a house is merely where we stay, But home is where our hearts and memories will lay.